Saturday, 26 May 2007

The flat roof debacle

I love him. I do. I always have, though it took me a good many - too many - years to realise it, during which time I upset a lot of people. But can I work with him?

He's so bloody annoying. I'm told by those who listen, that we bicker perpetually. I don't see it that way. It's just the way we are - and it's causing me gyp.

So. I have a list of jobs that have to be finished before anyone can view the house. It's a long list. A looooong list.

Today, as it was sunny I decided to fix the flat roof. What do I know about roofing? Nothing at all, except, how hard can it be? The answer is very. Very damn hard, especially when you don't have the right type of roofing felt, and an idiot you love to help you.

I could have auditioned for the Minstrels by the time we'd finished, and I say finished half heartedly as I think, *sob wail gnash* I'm going to have to do it again.

And the list goes on....

Tune in for more exciting adventures of 'The Fool and the Blithering Idiot'


Kapitano said...

That's so...sweet/. Actually I almost said "married", which is almost as applicable, but it's definitely sweet too.

It's odd how couples can be David and Johnathan at home, Gilbert and George in the studio...and turn into Laurel and Hardy when a shelf needs fixing.

Just hope you don't have to get a piano up a flight of stairs.

Kitty said...

Tune in for more exciting adventures of 'The Fool and the Blithering Idiot'

Which one is which, I wonder?

(I can say that because I know that you know I love you.) :D

And boy, do I know about roofs. As a roofer once said to me, as water was pouring in and he couldn't figure out where it was coming from, "Roofs are funny."

Hmm. Seems to me I had a dentist once tell me the same thing about teeth. Roofs ... teeth ... both necessary; how come they're so damn difficult to deal with?