Post 1622. Wednesday January 24
I warned him. ‘Call an expert’ I said. But no, Jack insisted on doing it himself.
‘That fits in there’ he said, ‘then this in that, that into this, plug it in, switch it on and……. ‘
The explosion was heard all over town, the wall ended up in the street! We got blown off our feet. Fortunately, we soft-landed on the sofa where we sat, staring in disbelief at the house opposite.
I bought a new electronic thingamajig yesterday. I can’t get it to work. I mentioned in the pub last night. ‘Easy peasey’ said Jack ‘I’ll sort it for you’.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and Sandra Cook for the photo.