Buyers are camped in our garden over Christmas

gallygirl

Ben Dover Mr J? At least try to pretend this is true!

V funny anyway :rotfl:

booter

Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou Mr J. I've soooo missed your posts! Keep em comin!

My name is booter and I'm a Jonesaholic .......

furndire

Thanks Mr J. :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl: just made my night.

RebekahR

"Put it this way, Mrs C was being treated like a human wheelbarrow with farmer Dave doing the driving"

Pure quality!!!

thejonesfamily

gallygirl wrote: »

Ben Dover Mr J? At least try to pretend this is true!

V funny anyway :rotfl:

as I understood it he was the son of her sister who died at birth, so they adopted him when he was very young. He keeps the family name and I don't think they would be so silly as to give Ben their own surname.

thejonesfamily

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On the way back down the M5 he decided to pull over on the hard shoulder to sleep. Anyway woke up about an hour later, started up the van and pulled out in front of another oncoming vehicle, The vehicle swerved, but clipped the motor home sending it in the ditch. He has a ew broken ribs and his collarbone is not in good shape.

So we asked whether she had been to visit and she said no. "serves him right". Dave is a family relation. To which David looked at me as to ask whether we were taking the proverbial.

Mrs C said "on no, he is my boyfriend" and the conversation left at that. Afterall we couldnt ask why or how she managed to find herself someone. Well actually, I reall I must have asked how they met as he confirmed they met at Exeter services when Mrs C was last down with her sister. Seems as she took his number and called him up.

I then asked whether he drove (as there was no car). He said yes, but his car is in he garage in Devon having the Catalytic converter sorted out or something like that, but he had come up on the train.

the rest of the evening was a little low key. I was seething a little about having to foot the chinese bill but this was madeup for the kitchen porno. Anyway, we parted and confirmed that we would be moving in a few days on a rental basis and Mrs J said "if she needed anything she could knock on the door." We did argue a little on the way home about it but nearly stuck the car in the bus stop laughing about the farmer dave incident.

The rest of the weekend and Monday was spent dying. The solicitor called up Monday and confirmed if we wanted to we could move in Tuesday. As most of the stuff is in the garage, we agreed and Tuesday we paid the deposit and 2 weeks rent in advanced and moved in.

The lovely looking daughter of the deceased vendor reminds me a little of Foxy Knoxy and she had done a superb job of clearing and cleaning. She had even replaced the bathroom carpet as she said "it smelt like a pub toilet"

So the day was spent Clampett less and by about 4.30 we had got most of our stuff in. We havent fully unpacked as we are waiting for completion so we can start doing the works we want to do.

Anyway, I said Clampettless which lasted until about 7.30am the next morning. I am signed of working anyway and decided to go for a walk with the dog and to go and get a paper and see the old sights of the neighbourhood. As I walked past the old house I saw Dave standing outside waiting for a taxi to the train station. We spoke briefly and he said "look, I know what you saw the other night - you shouldnt be walking round the back of people's houses" I was a bit ahgast and said "saw what".

"Oh, Dave said, nothing". Sensing a little unease, I said I had to go and walked off. I saw the taxi turn up the road.

On the way back, I decided as the curtains were open to just pop in and thank "in the loosest possible way" Mrs C for the other night. I knocked, but she wasnt there, so I went back home.

Well, I went round the back to put the dog in the kitchen and went in to find Mrs J making Ms C a coffee. Mrs C had felt awful that we think bad of her for replacing Mr C so fast and she feels terribly guilty. In fact, she really misses Mr C and craved some attention. Giving as my man flu was clearing a little, we stupidly asked Mrs C if she wanted to go and visit Mr C in hospital.

"oh that would be wonderful, really" replied Mrs C

To see her happiness, we offered to take her down on the provisio we would just drop her off at the hospital and we would pick her up the next day. Mrs C gave us £40 for petrol in advance which I was pleased with. Anyway, we went home and booked a b&b for the night near the hospital.

The drive was largely uneventful, Mrs C was telling us what she would like to do witht he house. "a nice wallpaper border" she said.

We needed a wee on the way down and stopped off at Exeter Services which prompted the conversation about Dave. Oh she said. "he was standing outside the loos here when I noticed him through the glass as I was walking in the get my burger king, He was so gentlemanly holding his wifes handbag whilst she was in the loo"

He is married. "oh yes she said, but she is disabled and Dave told me that the close side of their relationship ended after she lost her legs".

My immediate thought was to agree at this point. Afterall, a wheelbarrow is useless without handles.

"How did she lose her legs" enquired Mrs J

"Diabetes"

That was a conversation stopper so we asked no more. We decided to prompt a conversation about Mr C coming back to Wales to get his things

"Yes" she said "He turned up one day with a bunch of garage flowers to say sorry". When I told him to take a hike, he then turned a bit nasty and insisted we divided our stuff there and then. He tried to get round her and blamed her black recorder for making him shy in bed. She said to him something which i wont repeat fully here but she was laughing as she said it to Mrs J to suggest once you go black, you wont turn back...

Anyway, we made the journey down and dropped off Mrs C. We checked into our B&B which was a bit run down. Mrs C was booked into the same one but as it was near the hospital she said she had troubled us enough and would get taxi back.

The evening was uneventful, we had a meal locally and then went back to a squeaky bed. I did check the headboard for nesting tortoises. The couple next to us got back in around midnight and clearly they werent minding the tortoises.

The next morning, we were first up (by the way the dog is with a neighbour in case you are wondering). We sat and had cereal as our cooked breakfast was on the go. The thing I remember most is being given the toast 15 minutes before the hot meal turned up. It was lovely all the same.

In then came an elderly couple and sat down. I watched them sit there in silence and hoped my marriage wouldnt turn out to be sat in silence at the dinner table. Then I remembered I had ingored Mrs J for 5 minutes and just as I was about to ask what we were doing today, Mrs C walked in....

with Dave. As we were at a table for 2 they waved and sat down. Mrs C got up to get some cereal and came over to say "Mr C is doing better and is coming back home soon" Dave was kind enough to give me a lift home last night.

Mrs C and Dave declined the hot meal and left with us to go back to the room. It emerges they were in the room next to us so now I have the audio in my mind as well as the visual. All i can say is, Dave has missed his wheelbarrowing.

Dave must have gone because 30 mins later Mrs C came in for a cuppa. We packed and left. It was a pretty nippy day and I was feeling a bit more under the weather so we decided to come back to Dinas, well we had to stop off for devon cookies, fudge etc and a tea towel to remind Mrs C of her roots. Most of the way home she asked us whether she should try again with Mr C. We said if it is worth saving, it is worth working for.

So he is being discharged next Weds and is coming back to recooperate back in Dinas and to given them a chance to sort things out.

We got home, I went to bed and have been bedridden and ill until about yesterday when I have felt much better. So anyway, that is all the excitement so far!

emidee

thejonesfamily wrote: »

My immediate thought was to agree at this point. Afterall, a wheelbarrow is useless without handles.

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Mr Jones, sentences like this should come with a warning.....I now also need a new keyboard!

Thank you so much for contining to post, you've made my weekend.

supergirl5

It emerges they were in the room next to us so now I have the audio in my mind as well as the visual. All i can say is, Dave has missed his wheelbarrowing.


Bloody Brillant!!

Mr J, you are fabulous!! The whole office where i work is checking this thread daily!! It's the highlight of our working day!! x

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thejonesfamily

well, it appears that Mr C has been dishcharged from hospital. Somehow on Sunday evening he got transferred to a nearby hospital and they came and dropped him off this morning as we saw the transport ambulance pull out of the drive. I think we may pop by later and wish him well etc

sheslookinhot

Admin, it's never too late, so please make this a sticky.