Open and shut case

The recent heavy wind has played havoc with our gate, which sadly had one slam too many and started to fall apart.
Hubby is not one to put new to old in the repair line if he can help it, so it was a trip down to the local timber merchants for some feather board to reskin it.
The framework was solid, but the existing boards were split or cracked, and two were actually broken, so I’ve had a lesson in gate making.

To be honest, it was quite straightforward once he’d got the old stuff off and won the fight to get the furniture off which he’d ensured some time ago wouldn’t shift.
He always makes things like this look pretty easy, and it’s not until he begins to swear that I get an inkling something is amiss. That’s usually when he sends me out for things that don’t exist.
I was chief holder of the nails and gap guide, plus his gopher when he needed his plane.
I was always catching my knuckles on the flip catch, so that has now gone and we have a heavy duty bolt and padlock.
A new gate would have cost somewhere in the region of £60, so for an outlay of £12.82 which included a huge bag of nails, we did damn good!

With all the banging going on on our side of the fence, we had an echo from next door, so thought perhaps he was doing a similar repair to theirs.
We were finished and having a well earned cuppa when there was a knock on the door.
It was an ** illiterate salesman apologising for the noise next door and asking if we wanted new double glazing. Hubby was polite as he said No thank you and tried to close the door, but the guy was persistent, saying they could give us a quote in case we wanted the job done in a couple of years. Hubby closed the door a little more, trying hard not (?) to catch the guy’s extended hand.
The dog started to bark then and he got the message (good girl, even if she was a little late on the uptake of guarddogship).

** I say illiterate because we have a notice on our front door about junk mail and unwanted callers. Door to door sales is one of them as well as politicians, charity bags, catalogues and business flyers to name a few others.
Besides, our double glazing enquiries are always done in sixes, where we invite 6 companies to visit, measure up and quote, then decide after we’ve got them all in. We do warn them in advance that we would not be signing up on the day, and insist on quotes, not estimates. 

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Open and shut case

  1. foguth says:

    My husband is a fix-it person, too. We haven’t had an issue with the garden gate, but every time we have super high winds (at least once a year in FL) the back corner of the fence pops out on one side and starts slamming about as if it is a gate…. technically, that portion belongs to the neighbor, but they don’t have a clue how to fix it … worse, they have 3 HUGE Danes, so my husband always ends up resetting it.
    BTW, we have at least one illiterate salesman per year, too.

    • I remember a politician coming to the gate in the bungalow, canvassing for a colleague. He stank of alcohol, so we were one side and he was the other. Barney sat by our feet and every time the guy moved closer, we heard this little gggrrrrrr. He didn’t stop long, and we didn’t vote for his party. Good boy!

      • foguth says:

        Politicians can be dense, can’t they? I wouldn’t have voted for him, either. In fact, I had an issue of my own with a politician this past week. After that spend-thrift spending bill was passed, my Senator had the nerve to suggest that the other party was behind if and he needed $$$ to fight them…. I checked the voting record and he had voted for it, so he got a piece of my mind, but he’s probably too dense to ‘get it’.

  2. We had a “no soliciting” sign on the door of our last house, and it did absolutely no good, so we didn’t bother at the new house. For whatever reason, there are a lot of uninvited callers at the new house – people asking us to change utility services, people wanting to sell us windows or lawn service, people wanting us to change religion, etc. I don’t even bother to answer the door any more, and eventually they go away.

    • We’ve put a chain on our door now to keep our ‘ferocious beast’ in. In the cottage, we had a small lobby so Maggie would be barking her head off behind a closed solid door. From the noise she made, strangers envisaged a rottweiller or GSD.

      • Ha, ha. Cody also sounds like a much larger dog. A ferocious sounding dog is good for keeping people away, even though the dog may be a true people lover.

      • My parents dog Favour (the door dog) would let people in OK, they could fuss him and feed him treats, but should they try to leave, he’d pin them to the wall unless Dad held on to him.

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