Drones

She can tek it outa mi body Pat! 😋 

You wish! 🤣 

Wishfull thinking Pat, my body is ready for the scrap yard but my mind thinks it,s a Ferrari.

More like a Lamborghini, they still make tractors! 🤣 

I think I got more time to myself when I was working, I always get "Can you just do this it won't take long!" I dread it!

My favourite iz, "I,ve just found a little job for you to do" then a reply. "Av got one fer thee, play wi this till it gets ard!" She sez, "Fukk Off!"

Every day when we're sat here she'll suddenly say "I was just thinking!" and I know it's another idea for the new gaff, and we're not even in there yet! "Just wondering what's under that floor in the living room and how easy would it be to change it?" etc! There's 3 bathrooms and she'll have to change all of them along with the kitchen layout, all working perfectly adequately for cooking shitting and showering but she'll have to put her stamp on the place of course. 😫 

You will have your work cut out then Pat

Nah, this time she can dig into her savings and pay someone to do it!

Thi never stop fukkin thinkin Pat, a blame them gogglebox progs about home improvement n magazines thi read, it giz em all them daft ideas. oughta show progs o the owd back ta back Georgean n Victorian workin class slums like a wuz brought up in, shitter n watter pump in the back yard, no fridge, weshin machine or owt posh, oyle in the arse o thi kecks n pods that fit thi reight n dint fall ta bits when playin footy on the cobbles. Roof o,er thi crust, bed ta doss in n sandwich on thi wrist, everybody appy. Tash spoilt ta fukk these days.

The biggest offender is TV house renovation programs, I bloody dread it. It will be, I was watching My Dream Home, today and they were altering the bathroom. You could do that ! Deep joy here we go again.

The thing is, you,d do it reight and it wud av ta pass inspection!

I was asked to finish off the bathroom in a house at the end of my lane a few years ago. A bit of stud walling and tiling was involved and a day or two would've done the job, but then her father who was putting the money up said "I'll be hanging over your shoulder with my spirit level and tape measure to make sure you're doing it right of course!". My reply was "Well you'll be doing the job yerself then mate!" and off I went!

Well said Pat, if he's that much of an expert let him get on with it.

He was no expert on anything Bob, just a rich twat with a big gob who was throwing money at his daughter in the hope it would stop her being an alcoholic. Didn't work with her or her likewise alcy sister in Canada, or the third bipolar and sectioned sister who'd had her kid taken off her. Makes you wonder what was wrong in that family that his money obviously couldn't cure!