I had a dog who did the same, I called him Rufus .
We worked at thatching, it had its ups and downs.
In fairness we had most jobs covered .
We got plenty in , after all we had a good pitch.
We got the work done by hook or by crook, of course.
I had two bad tempered apprentices; last names Stewart and Steiger. Yes, a real pair of Cross Rods
We thatched part of bingo hall once - although thinking about it , it might have been the full house.
I once made a Straw Santa on a roof, for Christmas Eave.
My boss was tight and had a set on me, he had a bit of a cheek to be fair.
He gave me the right needle the way he used to gadd about although he had bottle.
So tight he used to dock our pay for any straw that was Gone with the Wind- he counted every single one, a real Gable Clerk.
His firm was no good- too many sheafs and not enough Indians.
I had to legget like a Dutchman, if you get my drift.
My downfall was working in the rain.....it was a slippery slope.
Not to worry, I picked myself up out of the gutter.
I got into trouble for my flashing, but I told the judge it was just a half coat that showed my arris , sorry I mean butt.
He let me off when I promised to improve my dressing.
At times it was a bit of a rush when we ran out of material.
I wrote a book about it, not a good reed.
Okay I realise that one was probably the last straw - but hay......
