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buffy27
whats the craic.
things are going tight enough in ireland aswell.{recession and all that]
bare ing this in mind, there s still room for a laugh though,right.
the story posted today about the d i y er changing the toilet seat made me laugh.
my best story.
i was standing at the counter of the local plumbing merchants one saturday when my phone rang.the guy on the other end just said "come over quick i ve a flood" he repeated this 4 /5 times and i still didn t know who he was let alone where "over" was.eventually i got a name and address and with that jumped into the van.as i turned onto the street i was greeted by a crazed jumping figure ahead in the distance.i was a little bit afraid initially. he looked like he d been in the bath with his cloths on . "oh my god" and him throwing his eyes to heaven was my hallo. first thing i noted was the blue lever from the plastic philmac stopcock disguarded on the footpath."i was tryin to turn the water off" he said. my answer"u tried a bit too hard i d say".when he opened the door the water literally came to meet us , in a tiny wave out over the threshhold .i wanted to see the leak so i followed quickly through the house and up the stairs.there crouched in the corner was "the brother" as he called him.the only thing i can compare it to is the lad on u tube changing a valve live{with his plumbing buddies videoing him and bent double with laughter...check it out , very funny}the qual pex rad tail was severed.i ran back down and with a small vicegrips turned off the water by the remaining tad of blue plastic where the philmac lever had once been . i then ran around the house and closed all the rad valves and lockshields
anyway , "the brother" had obviously been in the same bath as your man.the whole brothers sharing the saturday night bath thing as kids crossed my mind. he was soaking wet , wish some one could have got this footage i thought , twould b priceless. meanwhile your man swapped the hands-on duties with his brother.seconds after the gushing water lulled to a trickle.
i am not joking when i say the whole house was flooded.i killed the electrics next. " oh ya i should av thought of that "he said . every light fixing, every switch and socket ,every wall and all the floors were sopping.
the craic was ,himself and the brother were sanding the floor in the an-suite on the 2nd floor when the electric sander "slipped". when i had a look at the damage i saw that they had also sanded the qual pex in the bedroom within a mil of its life.there was chunks out of all 4 tails , but unfortunetly for them the sander only "slipped" on the last one. i would safely say that if a mouse climbed up any of the other tails his tiny foot would have went through.
i pulled up a few floor boards and ran all new copper tails, sorted.
soon after i went down to the kitchen where the 2 lads were sweeping water out the back doors onto the patio . the plaster boards on the ceilings were bulging down.i drilled a few holes up into them and the 2 lads couldn t sweep fast enough i tell ya. i opened off all the switches,sockets and lights to let them drip dry.
the guy was still as frantic as he was at the beginning of our meeting .now all he repeated was" u think we can sort it before 7 "i found it a strange statement but thought no more .but when he kept asking each time we made eye contact in the process of clearing up i had to ask.and yes u ve guessed it ,the other half was due home at 7 .
we organised 2 de humidifiers and i got the heating up and going.
the guy was s###ing himself cos it was now ten to seven .i was finnished and tryin to leave. i got the feeling he didn t want me to go just yet, well not till after 7 anyway.i did my best to get goin but he insisted on meaning less ,[time filling ]questions which i felt oblidged to answer.
i was expecting this right bull bater of a wife , but when she arrived i couldn t have been more wrong. small,petite, blonde and quite pretty.
but by god she turned into some bull bater .talk about gekyll and hyde.
the poor bloke broke down in tears in the middle of the interigation .i was biting my lip.really i know .....professionalism and so on,but when i got to the van i was crying myself, but with laughter.
when i got home i could n t even start the story, never mind tell it.
just ,the guy , "the brother",the broken stopcock , the slippery sander, them sharing the bath and the little wife that became the big monster.
well thats my story.was only writing a few lines. think i got a bit carried away.hop u enjoyed it i know i did
i m sure u have a better one.
make the effort for the craic..
lets not let the reccession be a complete downer.
things are going tight enough in ireland aswell.{recession and all that]
bare ing this in mind, there s still room for a laugh though,right.
the story posted today about the d i y er changing the toilet seat made me laugh.
my best story.
i was standing at the counter of the local plumbing merchants one saturday when my phone rang.the guy on the other end just said "come over quick i ve a flood" he repeated this 4 /5 times and i still didn t know who he was let alone where "over" was.eventually i got a name and address and with that jumped into the van.as i turned onto the street i was greeted by a crazed jumping figure ahead in the distance.i was a little bit afraid initially. he looked like he d been in the bath with his cloths on . "oh my god" and him throwing his eyes to heaven was my hallo. first thing i noted was the blue lever from the plastic philmac stopcock disguarded on the footpath."i was tryin to turn the water off" he said. my answer"u tried a bit too hard i d say".when he opened the door the water literally came to meet us , in a tiny wave out over the threshhold .i wanted to see the leak so i followed quickly through the house and up the stairs.there crouched in the corner was "the brother" as he called him.the only thing i can compare it to is the lad on u tube changing a valve live{with his plumbing buddies videoing him and bent double with laughter...check it out , very funny}the qual pex rad tail was severed.i ran back down and with a small vicegrips turned off the water by the remaining tad of blue plastic where the philmac lever had once been . i then ran around the house and closed all the rad valves and lockshields
anyway , "the brother" had obviously been in the same bath as your man.the whole brothers sharing the saturday night bath thing as kids crossed my mind. he was soaking wet , wish some one could have got this footage i thought , twould b priceless. meanwhile your man swapped the hands-on duties with his brother.seconds after the gushing water lulled to a trickle.
i am not joking when i say the whole house was flooded.i killed the electrics next. " oh ya i should av thought of that "he said . every light fixing, every switch and socket ,every wall and all the floors were sopping.
the craic was ,himself and the brother were sanding the floor in the an-suite on the 2nd floor when the electric sander "slipped". when i had a look at the damage i saw that they had also sanded the qual pex in the bedroom within a mil of its life.there was chunks out of all 4 tails , but unfortunetly for them the sander only "slipped" on the last one. i would safely say that if a mouse climbed up any of the other tails his tiny foot would have went through.
i pulled up a few floor boards and ran all new copper tails, sorted.
soon after i went down to the kitchen where the 2 lads were sweeping water out the back doors onto the patio . the plaster boards on the ceilings were bulging down.i drilled a few holes up into them and the 2 lads couldn t sweep fast enough i tell ya. i opened off all the switches,sockets and lights to let them drip dry.
the guy was still as frantic as he was at the beginning of our meeting .now all he repeated was" u think we can sort it before 7 "i found it a strange statement but thought no more .but when he kept asking each time we made eye contact in the process of clearing up i had to ask.and yes u ve guessed it ,the other half was due home at 7 .
we organised 2 de humidifiers and i got the heating up and going.
the guy was s###ing himself cos it was now ten to seven .i was finnished and tryin to leave. i got the feeling he didn t want me to go just yet, well not till after 7 anyway.i did my best to get goin but he insisted on meaning less ,[time filling ]questions which i felt oblidged to answer.
i was expecting this right bull bater of a wife , but when she arrived i couldn t have been more wrong. small,petite, blonde and quite pretty.
but by god she turned into some bull bater .talk about gekyll and hyde.
the poor bloke broke down in tears in the middle of the interigation .i was biting my lip.really i know .....professionalism and so on,but when i got to the van i was crying myself, but with laughter.
when i got home i could n t even start the story, never mind tell it.
just ,the guy , "the brother",the broken stopcock , the slippery sander, them sharing the bath and the little wife that became the big monster.
well thats my story.was only writing a few lines. think i got a bit carried away.hop u enjoyed it i know i did
i m sure u have a better one.
make the effort for the craic..
lets not let the reccession be a complete downer.
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