Tate the brickie eyed me suspiciously as I walked up the drive this morning. 'Are you going to shout at me?' he asked.
'No - why, what have you done?'
'Nothing'
You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, apparently - or in this case, you can't bring down a chimney stack without littering the old kitchen with the rubble, war-zone style. Yes - this is my kitchen. And that was my chimney.
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