Re: Hooray Hall. Adventures of a Handyman.
Well I posted this morning that it looked like it was going to be an interesting day as Lady Hooray was back to her normal Bitchy self. Shame as it hasn’t been too bad of late, she’s never easy to get on with but at least she’s been tolerable.
After Handy had swept this side of the Courtyard,
then this side and the Drive.
It was time to put another last coat of paint on the Log Box.
Around 3.30 Mrs Handy came down from the Hall, Her ladyship needs you urgently she said.
Her Ladyship needs you to bring your tape measure and a saw as she needs you to do some urgent strengthening on her Bust.
I did think of running the opposite way, then I wondered if the elastic on her Mega Bra had failed. Then I realised that she meant the Bust of her Grandson Cromwell she had made at her sculpture class last week.
Now the bust isn’t bad, Its quite a good likeness of young Crommy. Problem is it ways @ 20kg and the shoulders were sliding down the stand leaving his head impaled on a spike.
Now I know you will say that this is what should happen to all the Hooray’s but young Crommy is a good lad, only 13 and a son anyone would be proud of, apart from his father. He’s a 1m bonus per year investment banker. He thinks his dad’s a total waste of space, as he says his nose is normally too full of Peruvian Marching Powder to be of use to anyone.
Crommy want’s to be a journalist, No tabloids for him, he wants to do serious work. With any luck he may grow up to work for a living.
Anyway back to the story, after shoring up Lady H’s bust with plywood and a couple of pieces of 3x2 I now have the job of driving it 70 miles to the Bronze founders to have a cast made, on pain of death if it gets damaged. The chances of it arriving in one piece if it only had to go 70 yds are a 100 -1.
Still that should give me something else to write about.
Regards to all, Handy.
Well I posted this morning that it looked like it was going to be an interesting day as Lady Hooray was back to her normal Bitchy self. Shame as it hasn’t been too bad of late, she’s never easy to get on with but at least she’s been tolerable.
After Handy had swept this side of the Courtyard,
then this side and the Drive.
It was time to put another last coat of paint on the Log Box.
Around 3.30 Mrs Handy came down from the Hall, Her ladyship needs you urgently she said.
Her Ladyship needs you to bring your tape measure and a saw as she needs you to do some urgent strengthening on her Bust.
I did think of running the opposite way, then I wondered if the elastic on her Mega Bra had failed. Then I realised that she meant the Bust of her Grandson Cromwell she had made at her sculpture class last week.
Now the bust isn’t bad, Its quite a good likeness of young Crommy. Problem is it ways @ 20kg and the shoulders were sliding down the stand leaving his head impaled on a spike.
Now I know you will say that this is what should happen to all the Hooray’s but young Crommy is a good lad, only 13 and a son anyone would be proud of, apart from his father. He’s a 1m bonus per year investment banker. He thinks his dad’s a total waste of space, as he says his nose is normally too full of Peruvian Marching Powder to be of use to anyone.
Crommy want’s to be a journalist, No tabloids for him, he wants to do serious work. With any luck he may grow up to work for a living.
Anyway back to the story, after shoring up Lady H’s bust with plywood and a couple of pieces of 3x2 I now have the job of driving it 70 miles to the Bronze founders to have a cast made, on pain of death if it gets damaged. The chances of it arriving in one piece if it only had to go 70 yds are a 100 -1.
Still that should give me something else to write about.
Regards to all, Handy.
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