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Post by peterboat on Apr 10, 2020 15:58:55 GMT
"Everything" said John and Flappy "yes everything" Peter replied, the gruesome twosome looked at each other and smiled. "We need a space big enough to fit it all cleared out, so I am fetching a drot back to do it" again all smiles from the pair "what about electric" John said "full solar farm and Tesla mobile battery bank" Peter replied and then disapeared to return seconds later with the Drot the pair could here him muttering "they will be surprised in the morning when I return it empty" He then disappeared a returned with an earth mover and then a powered bucket. "Right then lads choose your vehicle....................
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Post by Trina on Apr 10, 2020 16:44:11 GMT
Mrs BB just sat looking glum,an empty drinking bucket in front of her.As per usual,she hadn't got a clue what was going on...
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Post by patty on Apr 11, 2020 6:26:47 GMT
Patty wasn't sure that Peter should keep disappearing unescorted....I mean he might not bring everything she needed to keep her and the girls in the style they'd like to be norm here.... and then she saw a large JCG with bucket attachment .......it'd been years since she'd had a go.....if Peter wouldn't take her she'd get the show on the road here.......
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Post by phil70 on Apr 11, 2020 7:24:50 GMT
Flappy was hopping with joy at Peter's words of make your choice and when faced with a mahoosive earthmover and an equally mahoosive 360° digger he was unable to make a choice so let John take the lead John actually had his heart set on the earthmover and so it was. Flappy set to at ripping trees out by their roots, the bucket swung with a steady rhythm, the soothing roar of the engine was having a hypnotic effect on Flappy who was by now on autopilot John on the other hand took a more measured approach and with his eyes as a guide he began to level the now broken surface to produce a relatively even base for what was to come
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Post by peterboat on Apr 11, 2020 8:57:48 GMT
Patty was happily building a terrace into the volcano side clearly she had wine on her mind, it had taken awhile to get used to the JCB and the girls had been less than thrilled when she chased them down the road out of control! But they had pleaded with Peter to bring back more JCBs so that the cider orchard could be planted up....................
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Post by phil70 on May 16, 2020 20:07:45 GMT
With à deep sigh Peter took himself off to somewhere else only to return moments later with a JCB towing another JCB. Peter in his wisdom decided that as Patty had a nice Yellow and Black boys toy it was only fair that Mrs BB and Metal Lady should both have one each. Catching sight of the trio of girls (snigger) Flappy couldn't help himself and waved to them with the raised bucket of the 360 digger. Sadly as he did so John trundled past on the grader and Flappy caught him a purler around his lughole this caused John to holler out and wobble off course. There ensued a bit of a slanging match with John hurling expletives at Flappy followed by some seriously large clumps of mud. After a while John had worn himself out trying to nail Flappy who exhibited a remarkable skill in dodging (years of practice with Mrs Flappy) and truth be known Flappy was feeling jiggered too. So having called a truce the gruesome twosome decided that there was a need for a little libation and saught out Peter who held a small stock of Gruntfuttocks.
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Post by JohnV on May 17, 2020 6:15:55 GMT
John was gazing pensively into the last inch of Gruntfuttocks Finest in his tankard, It was all very well this fancy new world of Peter's and it had been fun laying out the orchards without having to check that what you were doing was out of site of the council ..... but even so, he missed his overgrown bit of river and his old and trusty punt ...... and the Gruntfuttocks Brewery that was handily in staggering distance for the odd back door purchases ....... He sighed and muttered to himself "I miss my home patch and the Thunderbar and the gravy stained cat"
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Post by JohnV on May 17, 2020 6:21:06 GMT
Phil overheard John's mutterings (super strength hearing was a required survival skill when living with Mrs Flappy) .... he sniggered a little he didn't miss the Gravy stained cat ...... his scalp itched with the memory of claws. Still the old place did have it's attractions
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Post by patty on May 17, 2020 13:37:33 GMT
Patty wondered if Peter would like to collect a few essentials from there old life..the gravy stained cat, a supply of grunttfocks....in fact she'd write him a list. Surveying the scenery she was pretty convinced that she could remodel the terrain into something more in keeping with what they were used to... Meanwhile she revved up and started excavating a cave..they'd need storage...suddenly a loud rumbling could be heard and clouds of smoke bellowed forth from the chasm that opened up......
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Post by Trina on May 17, 2020 16:11:55 GMT
Deep inside the chasm,something was brewing...it was Mrs BB & she was brewing up some Rusty Rats Tail for her delectation.Much muttering & tasting plus even more tasting was going on whilst she attempted to get the taste just right.🍻
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Post by phil70 on May 18, 2020 23:21:40 GMT
Strangely Mrs BB having sipped a huge amount of Rusty Rats Tail decided she had got the taste just right ( it was in fact the 1st batch she had tried....... and discarded) As she sat slumped feeling tired from overwork Mrs BB heard the silver tones of Patty calling her, "COO-EEE MRS BB you're prescence is required" Mrs BB staggered out of the chasm to see what Patty wanted. Patty stood in front of the trio of JCBs and uttered one word "Dancing" Mrs BB said "Dancing?" Yes said Patty I've missed dancing and suddenly thought why not give it a go in the JCBs......... she had seen it done before and was sure it wasn't difficult. So she fired up the engine and was joined by Metal Lady and Mrs BB on their machines Flappy sat in his 360 with his jaw dropped as the girls (snigger) weaved around in a remarkable demonstration of skill, small wonder that nobody had been maimed.......yet
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Post by phil70 on Jul 1, 2020 7:10:08 GMT
As a special request from Loafer Flappy managed to haul the unStable bar back to the present. Hopefully Peter won't go whooshing it off anywhere, at least not for the moment. Now where did we store the Crutleys?
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Post by JohnV on Jul 1, 2020 8:23:23 GMT
John was furtling round in a dusty corner of the cellar. Battering to one side the cobwebs and a rather large and very offended spider, he spied a large stainless steel keg covered in bright red warning signs. "Oi Flappy" he bellowed "Found it"
the spider hissing to itself circled back round the room to try and get between this obnoxious intruder and the cellar stairs
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Post by patty on Jul 1, 2020 12:29:12 GMT
Patty propped up the bar and sighed..there was no place quite like home.....
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Post by Trina on Jul 1, 2020 13:06:52 GMT
Mrs BB was in her usual happy place as well-under the table with a bucket of Rusty Rats Tail.😁
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