Jo corrected my whisky story yesterday:
"Your
memory of the whisky story is wrong. The problem arose when we arrived in
Edinburgh and they were unpacking.
The
interesting part of the tale comes at the end. We had brought an old swing up
from Broxbourne which was rusted solid- couldn't get it dismantled.
The
removal men put it on the drive at the front of the house and suggested I got
WD40 and dismantled the swing so's it could be taken to the back garden
through the garage in bits.
After
they were given the whisky, the team leader suggested to the lads that they
take the swing - as it was - up onto the garage roof and carry it across,
lowering it into the garden on the other side.
They
jumped to it and that's exactly what they did! Was their change of heart due to
the whisky? I think so."
So there you have it - for the record - straight from the horse's mouth.
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