Brag, yes, but not in a positive way.Quote:
Originally Posted by V8Ian
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Brag, yes, but not in a positive way.Quote:
Originally Posted by V8Ian
I guess this could be a good place to whine about the outlaws at Christmas. I have two BILs who really don't know tools at all. One used my good carpentry saw for pruning branches and the other ruined my good axe chopping roots (and rocks) SWMBO gets upset when I whine so I now keep quiet. I do keep the power tools well out of reach. I was away when one if them helped the wife paint a room. Everything I own has paint on it. Including the dogs.
I suppose you could lock the shed?
I'm the opposite - I'm very reluctant to touch anything in the BIL's shed as he's a mechanic and I'd hate to break anything.
With him in it??Quote:
Originally Posted by DiscoMick
I've already told him I've picked out a nice spot for him, down the bottom of our property, overlooking the creek :D
Still keeping the peace. But it's getting very hard.
Recommend some bus tours?;)
Any that are about 4 weeks in length? :pQuote:
Originally Posted by DiscoMick
Just include Darwin in the itinerary.
Tie him up and lock him in the chook house if he has one.
He's an accident walking around waiting to happen.
John.
Having just seen this thread, I take exception to it. It implies I wreck everything. :mad:Quote:
Originally Posted by sheerluck
That's not true, I buy it already broken (and I got some more this week) :(
:D
What sort of engineer was your FIL? I'd ban the beggar from using any of my tools regardless of the wife's views. Suggest to her how she'd feel if he ruined her best kitchen appliances or knives. That he aspires to Heath Robinson is pretty scary!
BTW, banning him from the workshop may result in an earbashing from your wife this time but it won't, hopefully, be ongoing whereas ruining good tools will be.
My Dad was an engineer and he was extremely skilled with tools (he started as a mechanic, then fitter and turner, and then did mechanical engineering). I learned a lot from him.
Don't you have a 'Mens Shed' near by. Send him over there.
My FIL was a flight engineer, back in days when such people used to have to change the aircraft engine oil or what ever after every second landing. His favorite story was landing on some remote island in the pacific and having to pull an engine down, then finding out the only oil he could get came in half pint cans and he had to open half a million to get enough oil for the engine.
He was good mechanic and he missed work very much when pensioned off - mainly because the kind of planes he used to love and understand ceased to exist.
Much easier to get on with than the MIL.:twisted: