Saga of the Greenhouse (part one)

[Deeds]

As the weather continues to be awful I thought I would post something to hopefully make you all smile.  This is a serialised account of my highly intelligent, but not very practical husbands task of erecting my first greenhouse some years ago - hope you enjoy it ;D


I think this may make you smile. It’s all true â€" honest.

Since buying the greenhouse (4 big boxes) the weather hasn’t been good enough, long enough, to do much about erecting it.  Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, no wind or rain, sunshine in fact.  So out we go into the “shed” (12’ x 9’ x 8’ high monstrosity made of a timber frame clad in corrugated metal on the roof and half way along each side, with metal mesh covering the rest) to get the wooden base for the greenhouse down.  Everything goes well, drilling and plugging the concrete floor, screwing on the brackets, fixing it all down - so far so good.

Next comes the thinner timber which the greenhouse actually sits on: Ted gets it all screwed down, then remembers to check it’s level.  Is it level?  Is it heck.  Unscrews timber, searches in the other shed for material to pack it out with, pushes some timber out of the way and a large piece drops on his foot, much swearing - tells me he has broken his toes etc. etc..  Drops the spirit level, breaks it, goes out and buys a new spirit level.  Finally gets the base level.

Sunday it’s raining with a bitter wind, but he decides to crack on anyway, but to build the frame in the study, then carry it outside.  We have a very low back door â€" yes, you know what’s coming - it won’t fit through the back door, so it has to come to pieces again.  Bangs his knuckles on the door frame while taking it outside, grazed knuckles and “broken bones in hand”.  Finally the frame is in the shed.

Monday.  Time to demolish the shed.  Can’t find wrecking bar, so has to go and buy one.  Cuts his finger on the staples on the label of the wrecking bar (now he’s going to get blood poisoning).  Gets back with wrecking bar, attacks the shed, removes all the corrugated metal sheets and wire mesh.  The farmer opposite us wants the sheets, so we take them across the road to him, one of the sheet slips catching his leg, nasty scratch (more blood poisoning!).

Tomorrow we take down the timber frame for the shed.  This should be fun as the uprights have been concreted into the metal post holders, which in turn have been concreted into the base.  He’s threatening to use the chainsaw!!!

Have alerted the hospitals, and upped his life insurance.

Part two tomorrow.

[Deeds]

[supersprout]

Love a good story Deeds, look forward to next episode ;)
"broken bones in hand" ;D ;D ;D

[katynewbie]

;D ;D ;D ;D

Methinks you were a wise woman to up the life insurance!!!!!!!

;)

[Hyacinth]

Wonder if we're related? ;D

Look forward to the next episode.

Lishka

[rosebud]

Can`t wait untill tomorrow  ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

[froglets]

More please - I'm empathising......

[Heldi]

heehee ... I'm enjoying this...