Tony the electrician (ancient: must be my age if he’s a day) arrives to check the cottage electricity for the wicked landlord. A ‘certificate of compliance’ is needed.
I introduce him to Jess. After a while he needs help checking all the plug outlets while he stands at the DB board and runs the show. He needs a reliable hand. He looks at me then says, ‘Jess can you operate my checking instruments for me please?’
She loved doing it!
Later she became a plumber! Walking back from closing our high security (not) gate, Jess said, ‘Dad, there’s the sound of water running underground!’
I switched off the supply on the pavement and called Dominique, lady plumber with a pink plumber bakkie.
The wicked landlord implied, ‘Heavy truck drove over supply,’ to which I quite correctly replied indignantly, ‘Mine tiptoes like a butterfly with sore feet.’ To prove my bakkie’s innocence, I sent proof:
~~oo0oo~~