After my painting and decorating fest , having just thrown Ma and Pa Beasty out ,Obviously only returning their car keys once all the tasks on the list had been completed and checked , flipping lazy devils these pensioners in my experience , lolling about moaning about bad backs and replacement knee joints while they quaff bucket loads of tea and munch there way thru packets of biscuits and toasted tea cakes.....well not in my house , the blighters have to earn the pension I am paying for with my tax .
Ooooh Beasty , but they are your parents , who cared and nourished you during your tender years , how could you be so mean.I hear you cry..... tough love , gentle reader , its the only thing these silver haired slackers understand . Give em an inch and they will be off , tea dancing and squandering my inheritance on bingo , botox and werthers originals.
Anyway we digress , after Ma and Pa B had been packed off , I was gasping for a cuppa , so I popped round to the Gaskins , hoping they would have the kettle on . When I sauntered in Mr G dragged me into the garden and proudly indicated his latest garden project.
'What do you think??? he said proudly , 'Its taken me all weekend.'
I perused the free standing wooden frame , and offered
Well it will be great when its finished
After a squawk of indignation Mr G said It is finished , its a pergola
Where's the roof then ??? I asked.....to which he didn't have an answer.
Honestly ....whats the point of a wooden frame with no roof to protect you from a burning sun , or pouring rain.
It makes no sense to me at all !