||[Apr. 8th, 2010|06:41 pm]
Samina came to the door to borrow the Yellow Pages- so she could ring a bunch of cowboy builders from her past and shout at them. What they'd done was lay a floor down over joists that weren't properly secured, but resting on crumbly piles of old brick. I went to have a look at the damage. Ailz's mother thinks the joists could have been left that way by the Edwardian builders 100 years ago . Samina's Uncle, who is now in charge of the project, just sort of shrugs and says "Another job I'm going to have to put right for her."|
Her uncle, needless to say, is being very thorough. The only reason she didn't employ him in the first place is he had a backlog of work and wasn't immediately available. As it turns out she should have waited. A couple of weeks back there was a final show down with the fat, racist, Irish builder who was paid £6000 up front, did about £1000 worth of shoddy work, then walked out demanding more money. He turned up at the house with three Asian heavies, only- unfortunately for him- Uncle was there- and the heavies turned out to be more of Uncle's relatives. "What are you doing with this man?" asked Uncle and the boys went all sheepish and said they didn't know they'd be strong-arming family- and left promising Samina she'd get her money back- as she has done.
Wow, you could write a TV drama series based on this! ;-)
A soap opera...
Or maybe a black comedy.
yes, comedy. where no one gets blown up with guns, but instead the "heavies" get sheepish and apologize and bring back the money...
He turned up at the house with three Asian heavies, only- unfortunately for him- Uncle was there- and the heavies turned out to be more of Uncle's relatives.
That's kind of awesome.
Ain't it just! We've asked Uncle to give us a quote on our ceiling.
Any story that involves Irish builders getting a thorough and unlovely comeuppance brings joy to the cockles of my heart. I'm only sorry the heavies didn't turn on them.
Unfortunately the FRIB ran the country over here. Now we're getting foreign heavies to regulate them, just as the bolting horse vanishes in the distance...
This guy was an unlovely piece of work.
God only knows why Samina employed him. I wouldn't have let him through the door.
Ah but shure he was a lovely fella...knew how things worked...bit of a nod and a wink...grand to have a pint with.
And thus died our entire economy.
From the look of him he'll have sunk a lot of pints in his time.
What a story with a twist! I'm glad Uncle is in charge now.
Why did she hire the Irish guy in the first place? Impatience to get things done, I suppose.
Maybe he can turn on the blarney when he wants to. I really didn't like the look of him.
Wow! That's worthy of a screenplay! I love how it turned out.
Yes. It's a lovely twist. Sometimes real life is every bit as strange as fiction.