Poor Frobisher , press ganged into helping Mr C demolish a shed and do some gardening.
I helped Mr C do his garden........once
I thought ok its Mr C's garden , he is very particular (some would say anally retentive) , so I will for once play second fiddle and just do as I am told.
Oh My God , Sadam Hussien with burning piles or what..... barked orders , humiliation , withering sarcasm , vile insults and thats before we got started .It was like working on a chain gang.I staggered off at sundown , dragging my broken body towards my car ,starved , dehydrated , a final dreadful appraisal of my shortcomings ringing in my ears and the seat torn out of my trousers.
Poor Frobisher is probably sobbing and twitching in a corner somewhere, as we speak...........
and the silver lining I hear you cry ?????
THIS TIME IT WASN'T ME !!!!!!!!!!
HA HA HA HA