An inflated Father Christmas was put on his roof by one bloke in the village last year. Now deflated it is still there flapping in the breeze as he fell off the ladder (Did a BM) and has refused to go back up and take it down.
One of our patients husbands did this recently. He ran a garage that sold cars and motorbikes.
The garage had a bit of a dodgy roof so he decided to go up and fix it himself rather than pay someone to do it.
He was in his seventies and told his wife "I am just going up on the roof to fix it cos I am a tightwad'
He was wearing flipflops.
A while later the wife noticed he had not returned and went to find him. He was on the garage floor with his head twisted under his body (and in the version we were told with the contents of said head scattered about the place) between the motorbikes beneath a big hole in the roof.
Sometimes 'doing a BM' does not turn out well.
True story.
Anywho, long time no speak. How are we all?