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One job that sticks in my mind was a house near Swansea, out in the lanes. Was that bad winter in 2010 (I think), a pipe had burst in the ceiling space in the first room in the house. It was a fairly big room, there cages in the corner piled high and I counted 12 cats and gave up. Had to search for a spot of floor that wasn't covered in cat s**t to put my tool box down. The smell was so strong I could taste it. I kept making excuses to go outside because I retching.
I'd repaired the pipe, sent her off to turn the water back on whilst I put my tools back. Didn't even check if it was leaking. She opened the gate at the top of her very steep drive which I had to reverse up and reverse up it I did, at 5000 RPM, I put stunt drivers to shame getting out of that property!
Got out of site, phoned the office and told them under no circumstances will I go back to that property! I had a bad stomach for the rest of the day after that!
I'd repaired the pipe, sent her off to turn the water back on whilst I put my tools back. Didn't even check if it was leaking. She opened the gate at the top of her very steep drive which I had to reverse up and reverse up it I did, at 5000 RPM, I put stunt drivers to shame getting out of that property!
Got out of site, phoned the office and told them under no circumstances will I go back to that property! I had a bad stomach for the rest of the day after that!