Peter Insole
Western Thunderer
I am so sorry if I have lowered the tone with my last post, but I couldn't help "kicking out" as a reaction to what had just happened.
One of my neighbours commented "After all the effort they've gone to, I can't understand why they don't just do an honest day's graft?"
I rather ruefully felt compelled to reply, "Let's face it, with their skill-sets, or indeed the lack of, they would only get paid tuppence an hour, pay tax and national insurance on it, and have someone breathing down their neck every five minutes reminding them that they are idiots and telling them to work faster!"
We tread a fine line, and I'm afraid that crime does seem to pay in too many people's minds, and that will probably forever be the case?!
Rant over, and on to a hopefully more positive note:
I finally managed to pick myself up enough to tentatively get back to the task in hand...

I used to think I was reasonably good at bricklaying, and gained some satisfaction from doing it, but that was a long time ago! Ha hah! I had not only forgotten that chokingly persistent aroma of fresh "muck", (as opposed to the distinctly different "Postcrete" stuff) but on the art of mixing, let alone applying it!
I draw some comfort from the thought that this work is purely functional, and that any roughness of finish will not really be too obvious once the building is on top of it?!

See what I mean about a fine line?
Any proper brickie might consider what I have done is almost criminal - and it took me all afternoon to get this far as well! Thank goodness I didn't have to suffer the attention of a guvnor.
In all likelihood I would probably have been rapidly escorted off the site?!
Pete.
One of my neighbours commented "After all the effort they've gone to, I can't understand why they don't just do an honest day's graft?"
I rather ruefully felt compelled to reply, "Let's face it, with their skill-sets, or indeed the lack of, they would only get paid tuppence an hour, pay tax and national insurance on it, and have someone breathing down their neck every five minutes reminding them that they are idiots and telling them to work faster!"
We tread a fine line, and I'm afraid that crime does seem to pay in too many people's minds, and that will probably forever be the case?!
Rant over, and on to a hopefully more positive note:
I finally managed to pick myself up enough to tentatively get back to the task in hand...

I used to think I was reasonably good at bricklaying, and gained some satisfaction from doing it, but that was a long time ago! Ha hah! I had not only forgotten that chokingly persistent aroma of fresh "muck", (as opposed to the distinctly different "Postcrete" stuff) but on the art of mixing, let alone applying it!
I draw some comfort from the thought that this work is purely functional, and that any roughness of finish will not really be too obvious once the building is on top of it?!

See what I mean about a fine line?
Any proper brickie might consider what I have done is almost criminal - and it took me all afternoon to get this far as well! Thank goodness I didn't have to suffer the attention of a guvnor.
In all likelihood I would probably have been rapidly escorted off the site?!
Pete.