Lucky Ladders

Last night whilst at The Barley Mow, I had a text message from Stevie asking if he could borrow my double extending ladders to clean out his guttering. That was no problem of course, but I only have one of them, not both, so that was us kippered.

This morning we knocked on the door of Johnny the hairdresser on the end of our street as Steve knew he had ladders in his lock up. Armed with the right tools for the job, if not the right H&S approach, we got to it. We worked quickly before the heat of the day got it together. Plenty of banter and larks along the way and that's that task sorted for another two years.

No damage to cars, windows, cats or indeed ourselves.