Fun with a pick axe
Mrs Wooden Meal wanted the garden done up, so me and my dad decided to really throw ourselves into it one weekend.

Concrete was ripped out, shed demolished, patio put down, pagoda in. All that remained was to get rid of a couple of small brick walls.

My dad starts off on one wall, using a pick axe to chip out the mortar and was making great progress.

It being my brand new pick axe, I wanted to have a go to. Dad asks the important question "do you know how to use that properly?"

Being smug I told him of course I did, I'd watched people mining on TV and allsorts.

I take one all mighty swing straight at the wall... spang, off shots a piece of stone...

Suddenly I'm rolling round on the floor clutching my face like I've been shot. Worried family members run over to find the stone chip had hit me straight in the eye.

Luckily the hospital is a 3 minute walk away and so off I stumble being blindly led by the wife.

Did I get any sympothy for being hit in the eyeball by anyone? No. Doctor thought I was a pillock for not wearing goggles. Wife thought I was a pillock for not wearing goggles. Nurse thought I was a pillock as she poured eyedrops into my eye to stop the swelling and told me to wear goggles in the future for all DIY.

Got home and my dad just looked at me shook his head with disappointment... and passed me the pick axe to have another go.

I decided to lay down at this part. Luckily it was only lense scratching and it looked far worse than it was.
(Wooden meal is. Or is he?, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 14:35, Reply)