Something funny you say...

So the demands for something funny increase... (not sure if this counts but at least it's smth)...
not to mention our slackness in updating this blog...
so here goes...

We are packing up all our stuff and having investigated the astronomical costs of storage places we have decided to invest that money in replacing the small garage (7m x 4m) with a larger one (11m x 4.8m). This seemed like a great idea, the money will actually go to something real (and not just as hire of space), we get more storage space than we would otherwise, parents get a new shed, etc... then various realities come into play:

1. council - if we want to build the garage right up against the existing carport we have to build a brick firewall between thegarage and the fence to the neighbour. This is odd as there is a) nothing on the neighbours side of the fence to burn, b) both thegarage and carport are made entirely out of steel - which last ichecked took a lot of effort to get to burn. So we either pay more $$ to get the plans re-assessed or live with the 90cm gap. Gap it is...
2. old garage demolition - seems like something that could be veryc athartic, Polina, some friends and I; an axe called Brenda; a sledgehammer; a couple of 15" two stroke grinders and some crowbars. On the whole though we hadn't accounted for the "parent" factor where as we arrive my old man says words to the effect of "Polina you can't help, go and make sandwiches", and along with removing tools from her hands and generally interfering - risking having a jemmy bar inserted in his forehead. Things come to a head and Polina decides to leave before committing murder, and I find myself with much more tension to release than just before - good thing there is an old garage to demolish...
3. general interference by parent like person - anyone who has ever met / heard about my old man will understand that he likes things his way, even when he has no idea about said things and as such comes up with pearls like:
   "careful with the power lines" - to the guy with the crane truck delivering the shed, who as i point out to dad, may have just possibly DONE THIS BEFORE

*sigh* it really is too hard sometimes, and if we hadn't already paid for the garage at this point I would have pulled the plug on this whole exercise...

Anywho must get on with doing some actual work while I'm here - so I'll leave it there for now - not to worry though the great shed adventure continues next weekend with the hopeful result of a big rectangular erection...