Last week, just before another dump of snow, I had ordered a new gas bottle for the fire. These are tall, red bottles which are stored outside and feed the lounge fire. Unfortunately no delivery was made and we ran out of gas two days ago. We went into the suppliers (a local 'General Merchant') on our way through Ballater but were told there was no gas as the lorry hadn't delivered from Edinburgh and they would let us know when it arrived.
Eventually, with the temperature hovering around a cosy minus 14 C I came home this evening with all the Tesco shopping, and as I made my three journeys from the van to the house and back, I noticed tracks in the garden. These were wheeled trolley tracks so I was delighted - it meant the gas had been delivered after all.
And I wasn't wrong. The gas fire worked a treat. I had a cup of tea and a buttered crumpet before putting the shopping away.
Then I noticed the screwed up invoice from the gas delivery stuck at the back of the front door. Written on it, in large shaky capital letters was the following message:-
THANKS FOR
SHIELING URE
PATH, I WOULD OF
LIKE TO OF SEEN
U DRAG A 47 KG
UP THIS PATH
BUT I'VE
DUN IT
DUN IT
Ah! That's the spirit...........
4 comments:
Excellent stuff! Just think, if you'd 'cleared' it, you could 'of' had your very own Munro in your front garden. See him drag his 47kg over that! Bet he would 'of' 'dun it' too...
Well said Louise! After I read the note I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry...and now I've added the 'munro' image I'm definitely doing both at the same time!
Thats awful.... The poor lad. What were his English teachers doing all that time?
Word is Ionfa. That's Welsh
Louise: You seemed to have taken this blogging to heart. Now yu spel lyk a blogger to.
Laura: You heartless hussy! That poor ol' genlemun struggle through blizzards to haul your warmth through your snow drifts...
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