The fragility of the human frame still plagues my mind somewhat, after the stainless steel pipe incident (see previous).
The rain comes on at about 5pm as I balance on a short piece of ladder made from scrap wood straddling the ridge of the P's roof just to give the extra height to lift bags of insulating beads up to the chimney pot.
How dangerous is this really? I don't know, it probably looks risky from the hairdressers over the road but then that's the only real fun in the whole job.
My God it would be boring if it was all at ground level.
The forecast for the weekend is heavy rain and wind saturday then just heavy rain on sunday, perfect weather for going away on a motorbike with failing eyesight, saturday.
Then a hangover and failing eyesight on sunday, probably heartburn am. after a curry.
The comparatively still weather we've been enjoying means that a lot of the leaves are still on the trees, by sunday they should be covering the wet tarmac.
Isn't that more dangerous?
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You will be wearing your underpants over your trousers next.
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