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Skip-raider #3

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The Comedy Theatre was opposite our lunchtime pub. I noticed one day a disgustingly tatty chair in the skip outside, painted and peeling, upholstery in shreds. I had to have it. Just what I wanted.

I lifted it out and took it back to the office. No hint of shame. McB took the piss out of me mercilessly as I loaded it into his Saab for the journey home.

Determined to show him. I stripped, repolished and reupholstered it.

Two weeks later he saw it in our living room.

"Where did you get that? It's beautiful!"

With delight, I explained.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 month ago

    It still has pride of place in our living room.

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    Christopher about 1 month ago

    My dad was the exact same way. He was a whiz at restoring things.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 month ago

    It was the fact that Steve had taken the piss out of me all the way home that I wasted no time and was determined to show him. He has always envied it!

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