So there I was, Sat dish in hand, borrowed a neighbours old wooden ladder, and proceeded to climb up the runs. Got dish onto roof, went a few more runs up, got leg over tiles (At this point shaking and sweating like a man on death row) digged my claws into tiles for grip, and then... WHOOPS there goes the ladder.
Theres me hanging off the roof, one leg on, one leg off, one hand with nails embedded into the tiles, one hand in the gutter playing with the leaves and the slime, teath firmly locked onto my jacket hood, saying hail mary full of grace.
God was looking out for me that day, because a satalite dish slid its way towards me, and just gave me the gentle nudge I required to make me loose my grip.
Towards the floor I tumbled, landing firmly in the owners bush (As in plant).
A snap was heared by all, and it wasnt a branch. :doh:
My arm has now healed, but I have been watching friggin French and Turkish Tv for about 2 months now. Theres no way Im going on the roof again, I diddnt even know how to set up a sat dish anyway !
Heres the deal... Theres some experts here, and Im on the level,
I have Tetley tea here, English Biscuits, and make a aweome fry up with only brit ingredients (Were talking Eggs, Bacon, Sausages, Beans, Those potato things... The works) If someone comes and gives me a hand, I will endow upon them the skills of my catering, and of course will be eternally grateful!
Im afraid since leaving my last job, Im not the richest man, so cant afford the couple hundred charged by pro's but I do have a large frying pan !
Thanks all
Gaz - By Paderborn NRW