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When I went in the shed a couple of days ago, I saw an egg-sized circular thing on the inside of the roof. It looked like the start of a wasps nest.
Today it was twice as big, but no sign of life.
As I put the garden tools away I stood underneath this round, brown, papery thing and looked in. A furkin' great wasp looked back.
Do you get queen wasps? If not, this bugger was a hornet.
So I ran away and it buzzed round the shed for a bit. I sort of danced and dithered like a 3 year old girl at a wedding reception. Which must have looked great with my builder's bum hanging out.
Drivelling in TPD is not a mental health issue. We're just community blogging, that's all.
[ sorry for any typos, by the way. I have disabled my add-ons including my spell chequer. ]
The first thing I did when back from the walk was to fix the leak in the roof of the shed. A Proper Man's Job.
I'm not very good at Proper Man's Jobs. If I were, I wouldn't have chosen a career that guarantees a desk job in the warm and dry.
Anyway, the roof of this shed is strips of felt with that tarmaccy stuff on. The local sell-everyhing-hardware-shop sold me some BlackJack to fix the leak. Mmm. Blackjack. It even sounds like a Proper Man's Product.
This stuff is great. It's like treacle and you paint it over the gap in the roof felt strips and that seals it. Apparently. Then you throw the paintbrusgh away 'cos it ain't ever gonna get clean. Just like my jeans, hands, watch and hair.
Anyway, I was up on the kickstep painting the roof, black sticky stuff on my hands with my jeans sliding lower and lower.
Eventually it was only my manhood keeping my jeans up!
Oo-er!
Drivelling in TPD is not a mental health issue. We're just community blogging, that's all.
We got a visit from an ex-colleague the other night. Beside dropping off two dozen empty wine bottles (I train my friends well), she said her brother is in town on Saturday "fancy going for a Chinese?"
I need to be in the shower to clean up, then get dressed and hit the town.
If I'm not wrecked and making an embarassment of myself by 9:30, hell will have frozen over.
Drivelling in TPD is not a mental health issue. We're just community blogging, that's all.
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