Get well soon Grumpy

Gary's not feeling too great because he's broken a rib. He fell over after becoming intoxicated by inhaling cake fumes.

Get well sooon fella.

Jim

OUCH! You need to take more water with it Gary!

Sorry to hear you are crocked, I know how sore busted ribs are

Get well soon, take it easy

Julie & Pete

OOOOF!

Been there 2 mate. Was so busy trying not to step between the rafters in the loft that I stepped backwards and fell out of the trapdoor, busting a rib or 2 on the way down

Hurts, doesn't it!?

GWS mate!

FOD

hope you are felling better Grumpy.........had a nice afternoon with Jackie yesterday when i popped your glove back to your house (left in Res cogs car during bmf weekend).....Jackie and i put the 'world to rights!!' covered lots of topics!!.....see you soon..........Richards out on another advanced motor bike ride out tomorrow night........crazy riding!!.......

FOD my current 'father in law' fell thro his lounge ceiling on his 50 th birthday, he's the first to have a larf at any one expense, some how he don't larf when we mention wot he did for his 50th!!

He was in the master bedroom above the lounge strengthenning the floor, hence floor boards were up and he was putting beams across the rafters, he lost his balance, he landed in the lounge, huge lump of ceiling came down!! just missed the chanderleirs. He placed the huge lump of plaster in the hall way against the wall, when 'ma in law' came home from shopping she wondered where the plaster had come from!! Had a neat repair done!! ha,ha, Nope he wont even joke about it!!

it does hurt god knows what petes going through

Grumpy, Mine are nearly okay now and thats since the 17th June!

From past experience (I broke 7 ribs in one go and a collarbone and punctured lung back in 2000) it takes at least eight weeks. Just don't lift anything heavy as you can pull them apart (I've done it - ask Julie!) and you are back to square one .

Get well soon mate.

Could have been worse - you could have fallen out of a loft hatch
Pete what were doing in the loft of a Spanish villa anyway?

Don't have any chanderliers 'ere up t'north (1880's mill-workers house. Imagine Emily Bishops off of Corrie and your about there )

Spanish villa Pete? Couldn't even afford to go n see Aston Villa, never mind buy one of them (luckily, one of Mrs. FOD's 7 sisters has an apartment over there, so we tend to pop over and 'look after' it for her from time to time )

yes can imagine the houses up there FOD,Emiley Bronte might of had a chanderlier though eh?
My in -laws live in an ex police house, its been extended,got dry stone walls too,around the garden that is!! hence large lounge about the size of a row of your houses!! with mega master bedroom and ensuite above lounge........guess wot? they are never home, always away on their narrow boat (Birmingham) or like at mo, in Europe with their touring caravan and their rotweiller who has pass port..............i couldn't live on a boat or in a carvan for weeks on end?? Dunno why thet got a big house.

I've been to the bronte house http://www.haworth-village.org.uk/brontes/...e/parsonage.asp Only about 40 mins from here by car (or 25 on the bike ) No chandeliers tho'!

Don't know about Emily, but that Charlotte Bronte looked a bit of a fox . Bet they had a right larf when vicar dad was away on business

Our gaff's up for sale at the moment http://www.look4aproperty.com/property.asp...&e=100&p=441517 (need a place with a garage for my 5 Suzuki's) for £120,000 (bet that wouldn't buy you much dahn sahrf?!)

All that boat/caravan milarkey seems a bit extreme. I'd rather just jump on the bike with a coupla sleeping bags and a tent and see where I end up.

Mate of mine bought an ex-police house in a little village not too far from here (complete with lockable cell behind the garage) Anyway, one late afternoon (he works nights) he was feeling a bit 'frisky' after a few beers, so he stripped off, ran into the 'cell', and phoned his missus on the mobile (she's a 'special' consterble, and they enjoy a bit of roleplay ) asking her to join him for a bit of slap n tickle (she was due back from work any moment) Unfortunately, the cell locked behind him, and her mum and dad turned up, wondering why the house was unlocked, and no-one was in Luckily, she turned up in the nick (sic) of time, and managed to steer them down the garden with a promise of tea and biccies. He had to stay in there for an hour 'till they'd gone tho' He never tried that one again.

FOD

get well grumps...you could learn japanese and translate that book i give ya

that book is the book im very impressed thank you mate

that would make a good comedy sketch eh!! locked in the cell.

that house is discribed as 'spacious', looks alright to me...well presented..........

have you ever had your house on the market, then you get the time wasters come round, they come out with 'Our chest feezer wouldn't fit in this kitchen.......EEEER
not got much imagination eh? how about buying an upright freezer!!!

or the estate agent tells you to chuck all your pets out in the cold as viewers hate pets......one of the last houses i sold, i said' to the viewer we live here with our 3 cats AND i'm not putting them out cos your here!! He promptly stepped backwards and put his foot in the cat meat, was all over his sock!! AND he bought the house, he only looked about 12 years old!!

I went to Haworth in my previous life,nice cobbled roads and hill from memory.I can remember a man sinigng 'opera' from his open window too, we never went into the rectory where Brontes lived....glad i didn't ,if she never had any chanderliers to look at!!.

Nope i hate caravans and narrow boats, rather go to hotel......caravans remind me of when i lived in a bed sit off Commercial Rd Poplar E14( East endnr 'Walford'!!) when i first left home, i still have 'nightmares' that there was another room to use and i never knew about it!!


you any better Grumpy??

'old white lion hotel' looks nice on bronte' site.......

I left home at 17 (1980) and went to live in a bedsit at Lytham st Annes, above a pizza parlour.

I worked in a warehouse and took home £45 a week, paid £30 a week rent, and £5 a week for my Yamaha RD250 on the never-never.

It was toasty warm 'cos of all the heat that used to come up through the floor from the pizza ovens ('cept on Sunday, when they were closed)

Never bought any food, 'cos Luigi the chef used to bring me up a giant 20" pizza every night at midnight (when they shut) with all the leftover toppings on.

'leccy was free too, 'cos I used to run a cable from behind the back of a live plug on the landing and run evrything from that

you were lucky, i lived on corned beef,then got fed up with that, then liver,had my own kitchen and bathroom & garden but the main room was a bedsit, it was an old folks flat that no one wanted so GLC(greater london council) gave em away (to rent) they had about 200 properties empty in east end, i was first the queue,out side housing office in commercial Rd Stepney,i shoulda been at work with G.P.O. my mum rang in sick for me ........slept 2 nights on the pavement!- in january 1975 or was it 1976, i was 20/21years old!....THEN i was on telly (Nationwide with Michael Barratt evening news interview AND on front page of Evening standard clasified) MEANHILE I'm supposed to have a 'bad cough' in bed, The chef lesbian in charge of us telephonist called me to her office when i returned to work at the telephone exchange, had to burn my doctors certificate, ( that for a pricely sum of about 2/6d you could get via a phone call)got special leave and she said 'well done' thought i was gonna get the sack!!


you better GRumpy?