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RE: Easy RLET installation, using a sheep castrator - Bazbro_imp - 02-03-2022
(02-03-2022, 07:58 AM)Cormanus_imp Wrote:(02-03-2022, 12:14 AM)Bazbro_imp Wrote:(02-03-2022, 12:09 AM)Cormanus_imp Wrote: I’d be worried about the ‘cup of tea’!
And rightly so... It should be a MUG of tea in the workshop, on the building site, or working.in the garden.
A CUP of tea is for when the vicar or the mother-in-law calls, or when Mum makes herself a nice cuppa!
Of course, a bottle of "Spitfire" or one of the Dartmoor Ales might be nicer, but not when I'm on the "falling over machine "!
And rightly so... It should be a MUG of tea in the workshop, on the building site, or working.in the garden.
A CUP of tea is for when the vicar or the mother-in-law calls, or when Mum makes herself a nice cuppa!
Of course, a bottle of "Spitfire" or one of the Dartmoor Ales might be nicer, but not when I'm on the "falling over machine "!
I didn't really put my post very well when I think about it. Must have been late in the day.
I meant that the prospect of being met at the door by a bloke with a sheep castrator in one hand, squeezing an RLET in the other, and saying, "My dear fellow, do come in and have a cup of tea" was rather terrifying. Sort of like being asked in for a cream bun by Hannibal Lector or someone of that ilk.
And rightly so... It should be a MUG of tea in the workshop, on the building site, or working.in the garden.
A CUP of tea is for when the vicar or the mother-in-law calls, or when Mum makes herself a nice cuppa!
Of course, a bottle of "Spitfire" or one of the Dartmoor Ales might be nicer, but not when I'm on the "falling over machine "!
I didn't really put my post very well when I think about it. Must have been late in the day.
I meant that the prospect of being met at the door by a bloke with a sheep castrator in one hand9, squeezing an RLET in the other, and saying, "My dear fellow, do come in and have a cup of tea" was rather terrifying. Sort of like being asked in for a cream bun by Hannibal Lector or someone of that ilk.
