The life of a wheelbarrow
Michael Fanner
I already had an 'old' wheelbarrow but we were digging footings for the
front extension (or was it the rear) and in those days there was,
sometimes, the odd willing helper so rather than have a willing helper
standing idly by I bought another barrow so that any passing willing
helper could wheel dirt away from the trench that I was digging.
Phew!
Time passed and the extensions (front *and* back) were finished. We 'did'
the garden pretty well from scratch and quite suddenly two wheelbarrows
seemed quite ostentatious. So I gave one away.
Father's wheelbarrow had more rust holes than bodywork so I donated the
'old' wheelbarrow to the 'parents garden' project, and everyone was happy.
My 'new' wheelbarrow certainly was, a cushy life ahead, now that all the
construction work was done, and most of it's green paint still intact.
So, fast forward to the 21st century and as most of you know by now, a
conservatory was added to the Fanner home, and of course this involved
digging footings, pouring concrete, barrowing bricks etc. In short the
idyllic life of Wayne the Wheelbarrow was thrown out of kilter.
Wayne didn't object. Incidentally I was going to call him Harriet but I
discovered quite by accident that he was a he. So Wayne.
Like I say, Wayne didn't object, he got stuck in with the rest of us and
soon (not that soon, you understand) the conservatory was done and we all
relaxed with a large glass of wine. Except for Wayne, he's teetotal.
Well time and tide wait for no man, and soon enough it was time to tackle
the garden, which had become nothing so much as a builders yard during the
conservatory construction. Again Wayne waded in with all the vigour which
we'd come to expect, but we didn't realise that Wayne had been weakened by
the passage of time. Wayne suffered a double hernia.
One day whilst wheeling supplies around to the back (where the garden is)
I noticed a rubbing noise from Wayne's front. Close inspection revealed
that his tyre had split on two places and his inner tube was bulging from
these places in a most alarming manner. But he didn't complain. Wayne
never complained.
Apart from a sort of a 'zuzzing' noise when his bulge rubbed on the
hardened concrete on the underside of the barrow, or the uneven lurch as
his bulge hit the ground, you'd have been hard pushed to realise anything
was wrong. Shame on me for letting him carry on like that.
Yesterday morning I had cause to visit the local tyre depot. A puncure on
the van was getting just too bloody annoying so I though I'd take time out
from my hectic schedule and get it repaired. Whilst there I enquired about
a new tyre for Wayne.
"Ten quid mate". Shaun doesn't actually talk like that but, y'know, poetic
licence and all that. "Plus it might need a tube."
Well I love Wayne to bits but thirteen pounds sterling on a barrow that
only cost eighteen back in 87 (or 8) and had a hole in the bottom where I
hit it too hard with a spade once, seemed a few quid too far. We would
continue with the 'zuzzing' and the jolting.
From Fareham Tyre and Exhaust (and minor vehicle service centre) we
hightailed over to Wicks to purchase 120 buff paviers and some sharp sand.
Whilst there I was seduced by the sight of a number of shiny new black
wheelbarrows for the princely sum of nineteen of our English pounds. Who
could turn down an offer like that. Thirteen quid for a new tyre and tube
after which I'd still have a very rusty barrow with a hole where I hit it
too hard with a spade once, or nineteen quid for a virgin barrow.
Untouched by anything stronger than the hands of the people who unloaded
it off the truck.
OK, I'm a heel, I bought one.
Home we went. We unloaded the barrow, we loaded the barrow with buff
paviers and sharp sand and wheeled it around the back. Wayne said nowt.
Not even the slightest 'zuzz'. Now I can be an insensitive soul at times
but I swear I never noticed his distress.
Anyway 120 buff paviers and four bags of sharp sand, plus one of building
sand, were soon deposited out back and the fair Wendy and I retired to the
conservatory for tea and jam doughnuts.
Again, you can call me insensitive but I never thought a thing about it as
I parked the new shiny barrow right alongside somewhat sad looking Wayne.
What I did notice however was the bang that sounded like a rifle shot that
shook us out of our 'tea and doughnut' relaxation.
"What the..." Wendy cried. I leapt outside expecting to find half the US
cavalry aiming over the garden fence, only to find....
Wayne's bulging inner tube had given out, finally and irrevocably. He
stood there, one bag of sand still aboard, tyre completely flat. Did he
know? I rather think he did. I still use him for mixing muck in but he's
an absolute pig to move around with his flat tyre. I shall be glad to see
the back of him.
A nice comfortable builders skip awaits Wayne when I have no more muck to
mix. After that it will be just me and Harriet.
Nineteen quid. I think she was worthit. <lololol>
Mick.
Stinkweed
"Michael Fanner" <michae...@onetel.net.uk> wrote in message
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You must not get rid of Wayne, when you are done with your mixing clean him
up, lay him on his side in your flower garden in a special spot. Put a bag
of dirt coming out of Wayne spilling onto the ground and plant flowers in
the dirt. He will live on as a very attractive addition to your flower
garden.
Sharon
Michael Fanner
> You must not get rid of Wayne, when you are done with your mixing clean him
> up, lay him on his side in your flower garden in a special spot. Put a bag
> of dirt coming out of Wayne spilling onto the ground and plant flowers in
> the dirt. He will live on as a very attractive addition to your flower
> garden.
I'm sorry, Wayne is a rusty old piece of tin. The plans for the garden
were laid long before Wayne decided to become petulant and all is full of
wondrous plantlife now. It's the bin for him I'm afraid.
Unless you want to give him a new home. And pay the postage <lol>
Mick.
phoneman
"Michael Fanner" <michae...@onetel.net.uk> wrote in message news:pan.2003.06.22....@onetel.net.uk...
That, sir is quite possibly, no it IS the saddest wheelbarrow story I have ever read.
......You cad. :) Could you not use Wayne as a planter in some way so that he might
live out the rest of his days in rustful peace?? Perhaps a new coat of paint and some
posies??
Ed
Stinkweed
Nope, I'm not sentimentally tied to Wayne. If it is anything like here
though, if you don't want something you just set it out at the curb and
generally someone comes along and takes it. What is one mans junk is
another's treasure. If not the trash man takes it. We put an old barbeque
grill out the people left here. Some one took the propane tank, someone
else took the barbeque grill. It is kind of fun to see how long something
stays out front.
NHunkele
>That, sir is quite possibly, no it IS the saddest wheelbarrow story I have
>ever read.
>......You cad. :) Could you not use Wayne as a planter in some way so that
>he might
>live out the rest of his days in rustful peace?? Perhaps a new coat of paint
>and some
>posies??
>
>Ed
No, no, Mick. Don't do that to poor old Wayne. No matter how much paint you
layer on the age still shows through.
Voice of Experience
Stinkweed
"phoneman" <phon...@fastmail.fmradio> wrote in message
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Yoj
--
Awww! Poor Wayne!
Joy
Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
"Michael Fanner" <michae...@onetel.net.uk> wrote in message
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phoneman
"Stinkweed" wrote:
I thought you went to get gas?
>
Stinkweed
"phoneman" <phon...@fastmail.fmradio> wrote in message
>
> "Stinkweed" wrote:
> I thought you went to get gas?
> >
> I am as gassy as I am gonna get.. You tryin' to stir the pot??
>
>
Hanging head in shame < a little>
Butterkup
To be used and abused is barbaric. And, just like a man!
sue
"Michael Fanner" <michae...@onetel.net.uk> wrote in message
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JD Cooper
"worthit", huh?
Has Wolfie seen that?
:-)
JD
Michael Fanner
> To be used and abused is barbaric. And, just like a man!
You're right there gal. We men are always being used and abused.
Or we'd like to be <g>
M.
Michael Fanner
> worthit", huh?
>
> Has Wolfie seen that?
Well I'm glad someone did. Wolfie? I have no idea. I guess the Iron Horse
thing has turned his mind to other pursuits <g>
M.
Michael Fanner
> That, sir is quite possibly, no it IS the saddest wheelbarrow story I have ever read.
> ......You cad. :)
That sir, is quite possibly, no it IS the funniest line I've read in a
while. Still makes me giggle after several reads.
M.
**Dalin**
Gentlemen, gentlemen, pay attention to details! Wolfie's bike is
"WUrthit" <g>
Michael Fanner
> No, no, Mick. Don't do that to poor old Wayne. No matter how much paint you
> layer on the age still shows through.
>
> Voice of Experience
I hear you Voe. If paint could make the tyre (tire?) whole again, well
that just might be different. But it won't.
M.
Michael Fanner
> Gentlemen, gentlemen, pay attention to details! Wolfie's bike is
> "WUrthit" <g>
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our next contestant, Dalin Kirk.
Specialist subject 'Stating the obvious' <lolol>
M.
**Dalin**
It's a good thing I'm not Keith! LOLOL!
Dalin
Michael Fanner
> It's a good thing I'm not Keith! LOLOL!
It would confuse David no end, I should think. <lol>
"I married a New Yawk cabbie" by DS Kirk.
Can't wait to get my copy <g>
Mick.