The Travels & Adventures of Flog-It Removals.

“At last.” I hear you cry. The final instalment. No wind, no rain, (there’s a song lyric if ever I heard one) so up onto the roof after a quick beer (safety first – or should that read safety thirst?) to remove the broken dish from the top of the pole and cut away all the rusty wire that was supposed to be supporting it. Then remove the current small dish from the bottom of the pole and lash the whole support to the chimney with a new giant jubilee clip and a canvass strap at the top where I dare not use anything else. Once all that was done it was just a cash of fixing the new 80cm dish to the pole and using a satellite finder to line her up and Robert is your Mother’s Brother. Job done in under two hours with the best signal quality I have ever seen and I also replaced the broken roof tile. Of course a little socialising followed with a couple of beers and then it was down to the garden to up root a couple of Cypress trees to take with us. Our garden has 17 huge fir trees already within the boundary and a number of Mimosas so us setting another couple of fast growing predators will not make a great deal more difference.
On the way home we had to call in on another friend who wanted a chat about taking on pool and garden through the winter and then tying it in with complete property management ready for next summer’s rental season. So we had a quick discussion over a beer and agreed to talk more over a Chinese next week but in the mean time I start Thursday with a quick clear up. Guess that’ll be another entry here then, but I have more work to do before that.