Wheel barrow through the house... WHY?
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Wheel barrow through the house... WHY?
So here I am in bed... On a public holiday and there HE goes past the open bedroom door with a wheelbarrow full of concrete... Taking it out the front?
Why through the house?
Why not down the perfectly good side entrance, connecting back garden to front garden directly?????
A subtle hint for me to get up?
Or just a normal bloody MAN taking the shortest root, instead of going the long way round.....
Bugger... That was a bit freudian mispelling route wasnt it.....
Why through the house?
Why not down the perfectly good side entrance, connecting back garden to front garden directly?????
A subtle hint for me to get up?
Or just a normal bloody MAN taking the shortest root, instead of going the long way round.....
Bugger... That was a bit freudian mispelling route wasnt it.....
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Location: Hill overlooking the SE Melbourne suburbs
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Re: Wheel barrow through the house... WHY?
So here I am in bed... On a public holiday and there HE goes past the open bedroom door with a wheelbarrow full of concrete... Taking it out the front?
Why through the house?
Why not down the perfectly good side entrance, connecting back garden to front garden directly?????
A subtle hint for me to get up?
Or just a normal bloody MAN taking the shortest root, instead of going the long way round.....
Bugger... That was a bit freudian mispelling route wasnt it.....
Why through the house?
Why not down the perfectly good side entrance, connecting back garden to front garden directly?????
A subtle hint for me to get up?
Or just a normal bloody MAN taking the shortest root, instead of going the long way round.....
Bugger... That was a bit freudian mispelling route wasnt it.....
I'd love to take the wheelbarrow around the south side but there's a choke point and step.
Wheelbarrows - sore point. I barrowed for 3 hrs a few weeks ago with a mate taking a barrow that was bigger - but there wasn't much in it. He waited for me to fill up the difference, keeping me entertained with the stories of the dens of filth where he and his wife hang out!!! (worth another post - altogether) and then we wheeled together.
At the end, he filled my barrow, got halfway and dropped the lot swearing at the weight.
No wonder I was in bits - I thought it was me being a big girl's blouse!! I grinned and bore it..in silence...