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lame plumber
arrived at farm 0900 today as promised, told to meet in yard so "Eric" could show me his mum's leaking cyl in the farmhouse. So after bouncing down an Exmoor road (rutted field would have been smoother), arrived in yard to not find Eric. So mooched over to house, lights on no one would answer and decided to call it a day, BUT, on walking to van, I noticed the farm dog (hound of Baskerville crossed with large Alsation crossed mad Collie) was slinking across far end of the yard. So being a sensible bunny (terrified bunny to be more accurate) I decided to approach van from side away from mutt showing its teeth, at the rush!!!!!!! To tell the truth, I can still sprint at 90% of the speed I could at 18, but my recovery rate is 5000% slower than 18. Fecking dog decided it wanted fun and arrived at my designated door before me!! Options were limited and my chosen course involved a large piece of metal pipe in the nearby barn, which surprisingly worked wonders. Of note to those in similar situation, you have to hit fairly hard to discourage the teeth from attaching to you. So reinvigorated from a partial victory the old legs made to the other door and in, to collapse gibbering for 10 minutes whilst recovery breathe and allowing heart to stop pushing my brain out of my ears. To all those worried, said mutt spent the whole time patrolling round the van just in-case I decided to get out again!! tried calling farmer Eric, but no signal, therefore left and went off to next job early.
Got home tonight, nothing from Eric, but another farmer rang with a leaky rad in his workers cottage. So I tried to arrange a booking for tomorrow morning, but he or his missus wasnt going to be around for a week or so, he said he would leave a key under the mat. When he said the dog lived outside and was a bit noisy but not to worry, I declined the work politely.
Still hate bleedin farmers, moreso their dogs now
Got home tonight, nothing from Eric, but another farmer rang with a leaky rad in his workers cottage. So I tried to arrange a booking for tomorrow morning, but he or his missus wasnt going to be around for a week or so, he said he would leave a key under the mat. When he said the dog lived outside and was a bit noisy but not to worry, I declined the work politely.
Still hate bleedin farmers, moreso their dogs now