Why Not Say Good Morning Before Work? - Tile Advice

[Albert]

Good morning every one

 

[Italy]

I was really wrong ... sorry ahah
good morning tilers

 

[WetSaw]

I was really wrong ... sorry ahah
good morning tilers

l'ho visto

Buenos dias.

 

[Andy Allen]

Morning all..

Time to ruin Ireland's party.....

 

[Simon Dale]

Morning all. Have to put down a heating mat. Electrician says he's never used insulation board before and doesn't feel comfortable doing it !!! Lazy B...... !! Lol

 

[GoneGuy]

Good morning all, hope weather is ok back home for you

 

[Flintstone]

Mornin’ it’s snowing

 

[Simon Dale]

Same here! Nice for the kids dangerous for us old uns

 

[Flintstone]

Been to get the weekends coffee beans

 

[Old Mod]

Been to get the weekends coffee beans

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Didn’t happen to get a table to put them on then?

 

[Old Mod]

Morning campers!
And if you are, you must be bloody freezing, snowing here too!

 

[Flintstone]

Didn’t happen to get a table to put them on then?

I’m going to try and get one now!

 

[Blunt Tool]

Morning all

 

[Andy Allen]

 

[Andy Allen]

The Bagpiper
Very moving....

I love this story. Lay down whatever is bothering you, breathe in the fresh air and LISTEN to this story.
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life.
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologised to the men for being late.
I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before, for this homeless man.
And as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
Apparently, I'm still lost … it's a man thing.