Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Drilling holes
Today is hole-drilling day, which means that Keith has borrowed the biggest drill bit he could lay his hands on, tucked himself under the sink and proceded to drill a hole through the wall. The idea is that we should have an outdoor tap, which will be handy for watering the garden (doubt if we'll ever need to do that!) and washing the caravan, the car and his van.
Of course, in good male, time-honoured fashion, the job is currently unfinished. The drill bit wasn't quite long enough to go through the back of the cupboard, the space between it and the wall and the wall itself, so the hole has not reached the outside, which doesn't bode well for the tap.
At one o'clock, he had to leave it to go out, so it looks like the kitchen will be in a mess for more than just today.
On the bright side, maybe I have an excuse not to cook tonight!
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Looks like takeaway then me dear, I guess he'll be paying then?
John
In the end it was a pizza from the freezer, John. ;)
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