Hidden Treasure
My landlord had some builders in to remove a staircase in an outbuilding when a rusty biscuit tin fell out from under the woodwork.
What wonders were in this hidden treasure box? Two live hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. From WW2. I've never seen builders run before.
What hidden treasures have you uncovered?
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 13:33)
My landlord had some builders in to remove a staircase in an outbuilding when a rusty biscuit tin fell out from under the woodwork.
What wonders were in this hidden treasure box? Two live hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. From WW2. I've never seen builders run before.
What hidden treasures have you uncovered?
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 13:33)
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Shoebox of Doom
While on work experience back in 1990 for my local Borough Council as a labourer, I was asked (like clockwork on a daily basis) to do a mundane stupid job by my foreman.
On this day I was asked to go around the house (which was being renovated by the council) and remove all the plastic vent covers. And I found many a dead bird and plenty of dust, but the best was to come.
On the third and final bedroom, I unearthed a shoebox tied up with red ribbon. Upon taking it to my foreman, we agreed to open in together with the others during morning tea break.
We all stood around a boiling kettle, with fag in mouth anticipating something pleasant we could share, the ribbon was cut and the box opened to reveal......
…….30 used jam rags… hmmmm nice !
……I decided at this point to declare “I didn’t want any “…
( , Fri 1 Jul 2005, 14:45, Reply)
While on work experience back in 1990 for my local Borough Council as a labourer, I was asked (like clockwork on a daily basis) to do a mundane stupid job by my foreman.
On this day I was asked to go around the house (which was being renovated by the council) and remove all the plastic vent covers. And I found many a dead bird and plenty of dust, but the best was to come.
On the third and final bedroom, I unearthed a shoebox tied up with red ribbon. Upon taking it to my foreman, we agreed to open in together with the others during morning tea break.
We all stood around a boiling kettle, with fag in mouth anticipating something pleasant we could share, the ribbon was cut and the box opened to reveal......
…….30 used jam rags… hmmmm nice !
……I decided at this point to declare “I didn’t want any “…
( , Fri 1 Jul 2005, 14:45, Reply)
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