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Things which make me smile

An idea pinched from a completely different forum.


Pulling a cable through an invisible void without snagging, without skinning my knuckles, only sawing through one floor board, no further excavation, knees intact, and no allergic reaction.


Some days it goes well. ??
  • Where does 'having a customer who supplies you with a never ending supply of tea and cooks you breakfast and lunch' come on your list of things that make you smile...? ?
  • Having other trades on site who are cheerful and willing to help you out with minor helping hands type things (with vice versa happening of course) rather than getting in your way or moaning.


    A customer who understands when the job goes a little over the estimate.


    And for feelgood factors, that one tiny 'before the pub' job for a little old lady that makes her smile when you say 'no charge, it was only a bulb gone'
  • Sitting with an elderly customers having lunch listening to some of their memories, particularly some of the wartime stories from when they were in their teens and early twenties.


    One lady customer was a test pilot flying aircraft out of the back of the Austin car factory in Longbridge, Birmingham. Another was a cipher girl in Churchill’s bunker under Whitehall.


    An elderly gent I had lunch with about a year ago was a gunner at the age of sixteen shooting down German aircraft over Cardiff docks.


    Going back forty years ago I sat and had a cup of tea at lunchtime with Alvar Liddell 


    I have also had tea and biscuits with a couple of bishops during tea breaks, a Bishop of Worcester and the Bishop of the Coptic Orthodox Church  in customers homes, the latter being in the home of a customer who turned out to be a surgeon who operated on my left arm thirty years earlier.


    And so the list goes on, it’s surprising the stories you hear if you sit and listen, particularly to elderly customers.


    Andy Betteridge
  • Maybe funny to some, but not to me this week. the customer's family staffie bull terrier has a predilection for electrical tape which has already resulted in the destruction of 2 brand new rolls pinched out of my toolbox.

    The daft mutt eats plaster debris, bits of broken tiles, cable sleeving, the lot. Fortunately he hasn't taken to pinching my tools...............yet!
  • But I bet the cheerful backside waggling when he sees you when you turn up, more than pays for the tape.


    More expensive tools.. maybe not

  • Sparkingchip:

    Sitting with an elderly customers having lunch listening to some of their memories, particularly some of the wartime stories from when they were in their teens and early twenties.


    One lady customer was a test pilot flying aircraft out of the back of the Austin car factory in Longbridge, Birmingham. Another was a cipher girl in Churchill’s bunker under Whitehall.


    An elderly gent I had lunch with about a year ago was a gunner at the age of sixteen shooting down German aircraft over Cardiff docks.


    Going back forty years ago I sat and had a cup of tea at lunchtime with Alvar Liddell 


    I have also had tea and biscuits with a couple of bishops during tea breaks, a Bishop of Worcester and the Bishop of the Coptic Orthodox Church  in customers homes, the latter being in the home of a customer who turned out to be a surgeon who operated on my left arm thirty years earlier.


    And so the list goes on, it’s surprising the stories you hear if you sit and listen, particularly to elderly customers.


    Andy Betteridge 




    These days very few of my customers are significantly older than me?


    My smile moment is when adding a socket to an RFC I get good results on testing the ring and don't have to go problem solving. 


  • MHRestorations:

    But I bet the cheerful backside waggling when he sees you when you turn up, more than pays for the tape.


    More expensive tools.. maybe not




    A roofer I have known casually through work for over forty years was talking to me after not having seen each other for several years, having discussed how our wives and kids are getting on he mentioned his terrier. 


    The roofer smiled when when he spoke about his dog saying that as he drives up the lane to his house the dog can hear the van coming and runs to the gate to greet him, bouncing up and down in excitement, then he sighed and said “my wife doesn’t do that”.


     Andy B

  • Today it is the persistent smell (whilst sitting in front of the telly and engaging in here) of cutting oil on my hands after an afternoon in my workshop - no slips, no snaps, no catastrophes! ?


    (VSD is working perfectly.)