Being fat saved my life
My dad is renovating his house at the moment which is great cos it means I have to help him every weekend. It’s a massive job. We’re taking the roof off, building some dormers and then putting the roof back on. Lowering the ceilings on the second floor so it gives us more head height in the loft rooms and tons of other stuff which I’ll keep you up to date with.
So what was the task for this weekend? Well we needed to get into the loft and kick the ceilings down from above so we can put in the new ceiling joists in. A dusty, horrible job that is quite dangerous…so dad says “be careful son, make sure you don’t step on the roof anywhere other than on the joists…” I say “yeah dad no worries….arrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh” See photo…
Wedged
Luckily, my belly wedged me solidly between the joists and stopped me from falling through and seriously injuring myself. I was so wedged in fact that instead of helping me, my mate Craig had plenty of time to take photos…wanker. Anyway, I am now de-wedged so it’s all good. Roll on next weekend…joy.
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