Cozzer
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I dropped off my significant other half at our local Aldi this afternoon, and rather than "interrupt what you are doing" (?) she would ring me when she wanted picking up.
Suited me, so went home and pretended to tidy the shed. Again.
The call duly came, so off I tootled. I was dismayed to see her minding not one but two trolleys when I pulled in. I thought we'd only needed dog biscuits and a four pinter milk, but there you go....
There was but a single box in trolley number two. A wooden mini greenhouse. My heart sank.
It wouldn't fit in my 4x4's boot, so had to be manhandled onto the back seat. The box was too long for outstretched arms, and too wide to fit underarm, but somehow it was juggled in.
I didn't comment. I simply stored up any reservation I had, as "credit" against my next purchase and the Gestapo-like follow-up as to why "we" needed whatever it happens to be. "They only had one left..." she chimed. I have to admit that my thought was "But I wonder how many they'd had delivered?"
Suffice to say, it became apparent that this.....er...thing...wanted putting together this afternoon. Before dark, in case it was "complicated"....
It wasn't. It may have been complicated to the 5 year old who designed it, or the bloke who cut the timber...perhaps his guide dog wanted a walk or something. I say "timber"....you'll not need a drill, put it that way. The screws were provided. I use the term "screws" loosely. I used others....
15 minutes later, it doesn't look bad, in truth. Useless, of course, but looks OK, in a dull, grey sort of way. I don't know how much they are, but it's too much. Nothing fits, and a stiff breeze will most likely move it.
"Will it be OK over a winter?" she innocently asked.
I'll be amazed if it outlasts the summer, let alone a winter.....
Suited me, so went home and pretended to tidy the shed. Again.
The call duly came, so off I tootled. I was dismayed to see her minding not one but two trolleys when I pulled in. I thought we'd only needed dog biscuits and a four pinter milk, but there you go....
There was but a single box in trolley number two. A wooden mini greenhouse. My heart sank.
It wouldn't fit in my 4x4's boot, so had to be manhandled onto the back seat. The box was too long for outstretched arms, and too wide to fit underarm, but somehow it was juggled in.
I didn't comment. I simply stored up any reservation I had, as "credit" against my next purchase and the Gestapo-like follow-up as to why "we" needed whatever it happens to be. "They only had one left..." she chimed. I have to admit that my thought was "But I wonder how many they'd had delivered?"
Suffice to say, it became apparent that this.....er...thing...wanted putting together this afternoon. Before dark, in case it was "complicated"....
It wasn't. It may have been complicated to the 5 year old who designed it, or the bloke who cut the timber...perhaps his guide dog wanted a walk or something. I say "timber"....you'll not need a drill, put it that way. The screws were provided. I use the term "screws" loosely. I used others....
15 minutes later, it doesn't look bad, in truth. Useless, of course, but looks OK, in a dull, grey sort of way. I don't know how much they are, but it's too much. Nothing fits, and a stiff breeze will most likely move it.
"Will it be OK over a winter?" she innocently asked.
I'll be amazed if it outlasts the summer, let alone a winter.....
