- May 26, 2009
- First Name
Your wife has a thoughtful friend Ron and the workers are true craftsmen even considering safety after all is finished for themCheers Jim, I'm chuffed this bit of literary b*****ks helps lighten the day a bit.
My wife has returned.
Not much of an extra tan on her. She explained that Carlo insisted she stay below deck, out of the sun...Very thoughtful of him.
Anyway, here is the top living area balcony.
We want a completely open, infinity view of the sea, so the boys painted the concrete blue. We didn't want tiles as they might have reflected the strong sunshine.
We have had stainless steel stanchions fixed to the concrete with L.E.D. lighting on the top.
Strung between these will be stainless steel wire, thus giving us excellent, virtually unrestricted views of the ocean.
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After the stanchions were in place, Meekan, Takdee and I were admiring the sea view. Idu was examining the box containing the steel wire.
He was impressed by the idea, stating that not only would it give us a great view, but would also stop visitors tossing themselves off to the balcony below.
I noticed his work colleagues were doubled up with laughter in the corner.
I don't see why they found his statement funny, I thought Idu's concern for people's safety was admirable.
WELL Ron it seems to me you done him in for all the fun he was havin with you know who an at an end OH NO just as I was getting into the charcters but we had a good laugh anyway an you cheered us up no end now when the next story an build ? to look forward tooooooooooooooooooooooThanks Chris, Jen and 453.
The build and story are now at a close.
Thank you to those who posted encouraging and funny observations.
I have no doubt the story irritated some and was enjoyed by others. All a bit of simple fun for me, whichever view you chose to adopt.
Although accompanied by a bit of a tale, I've tried my best to produce a reasonable model from everyday bits and bobs.
I hope you like it.
Here are the pictures from this, my second visit to our 'Dream Home.' Will there be a third, who knows?
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The pigs have eight piglets!
I've also bought myself a little inflatable dinghy with 2hp outboard. It's great for tootling along the coast line doing a bit of fishing, so when the work dried up I had to sent Idu and Meekan back to Blighty, so using the inflatable, I managed to bribe the captain of a small ship bound for Southampton to take them along.
Their friend Takdee has fallen in love with a local girl. My wife and I have given them a piece of land on the sea shore well away from us, to build their own dream home. We go back to Blighty ourselves in a couple of weeks and Takdee promises he will look after the villa until our return.
We were going to have a going away party, but decided, at my wife's request to just invite our friend, the Navy man, Carlos. Luckily for us, his ship had stripped a turbine and is in dock for a month for repairs. He readily accepted our invitation and arrived within a few days. He even brought a hammock, the brackets of which, he fixed to the concrete snooker room ceiling.
The three of us had a great party. My wife spotted a very nice gold ring on our guest's finger. She asked what the small object was attached to it. "It's an emerald flower."
Unfortunately and unexpectedly, within two days my wife had to return to Britain, leaving Carlos and I alone.
The Police Statement
We had a great time on the first night of her absence. Well drunk, Carlos insisted he take the inflatable out for a spot of night fishing. I said it was too dangerous. He replied with the confidence of a drunk that he is a sailor and can handle any craft. So we both carried the boat down to the water's edge and he jumped aboard, started the engine and went out into the night, fishing.
Tired and drunk, I left him to it and went to bed. The following morning there was no sign of Carlos. The inflatable was bobbing about off shore, but was empty.
The previous night was the last time I saw him.
The police did a search of the villa, the grounds and the shore line but found nothing.
A week later, just as I was feeding all the animals and chickens, a young Police Officer payed me a visit to inform me the search for Carlos had switched to the sea, but there was little hope of finding him alive. I said I was sorry, he was a nice man, and shuffled my feet in embarrassment.
He thanked me for my co-operation during the investigation and left.
He hadn't spotted what I quickly hid under my 'shuffling Feet'. I moved to one side, bent down and picked up a severed finger, complete with a rather nice gold ring with an emerald flower attached......
Pocketing the ring, I threw the finger into the pig pen. The pig breeder was quite right. Pigs do eat anything.
I wandered down to the sea shore, climbed onto some rocks and threw the ring out into the sea. On the way back I started to laugh. Must get back to Blighty and meet the wife.....
Leg of Pork, anyone?
You might consider adding a figure or two just go give it a little flavor..........
Cheers, Patient 358 ward C
............i shall be reporting my concerns to ABTA and Club 18-30
Yours p stringfellow