The father in law is Pat. A gent. He was a mechanic but could turn his hand to anything. He has arthritis in his shoulders now and struggles to do any heavy stuff at all. As a result whenever Iām down i get conscripted to do jobeens. Unlike Pat I can turn my hand to fuck all but with clear instruction i can get basic stuff done. Pat isnāt great at giving clear instruction.
Anyway this morning myself and mrs barnes and Pat were out clearing bricks and rubble from a section of their front wall that blew down during the storm. I was doing most of the heavy lifting using an antique wheelbarrow that was getting more rickety with each trip. Pat kept loading it to the hilt. Myself and mrs barnes both suggested that we go with lighter loads but Pat wasnāt having any of it. āThatās a great fucking wheelbarrowā. Eventually as Iām tipping another monster load the wheelbarrow bucket half snaps off the frame. With some difficulty i wheel it back out to Pat who glares at me and says. "What the fuck did you do to the wheelbarrow?