My Dad was a Master Builder, and took a great pride in his work.
He had several chuckles at our attempts at DIY, but he was always there to offer advice and never made anyone feel silly or inferior if they cocked up.
Hubby and I put a back door into our bungalow in Poole and too late realised we had a long drop onto the drive, so he made a step. We called it Little Bedrock as it was a sort of brick, slab and crazy paving effort, but it did the job.
My Dad, bless him, knew it was an unorthodox way of doing it, but true to form, he offered Hubby some praise and said
‘I wouldn’t have done it quite that way myself, but it works!’
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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!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
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.
Dad sounds like a great man 🤣💜💜
He was a good guy. Hard to believe he’s been gone over 24 years now, but I reckon he still has a chuckle or two at our efforts.
What an awesome dad. I have been known to sometimes/often/usually do thing in an unorthodox manner.
One of the best. I miss him.
What a nice man to not be condescending…
He never was, yet could so easily have been. He never knocked anyone for trying.
How open-minded!! I know where you may get some of that generosity you lavish on your readers 🖤
Thanks Kelly for such a lovely comment. I like to think I’ve inherited some of the good stuff from both of my parents.
I’m learning mine along the way – writing with such a diverse global community is my love 🖤
Your dad was the best kind.
To me he was the best.
Of course 👍
Glad it worked out! 😀
We have our ways!!!