If anyone needs me this weekend I’ll be building this:
All by myself.
Just me.
No construction crew.
No team of strong okes.
Moi.
All by lonesome.
What are the chances of me not screwing this up and simultaneously completely drowning my neighbour’s prized roses and watching the rest of the 25000 litres of water go pouring through my lounge door, all in time for me to discover my television gently floating down the passage?
I’m sensing a FAIL photo being posted here on Monday…
P.S. And the next smartass who points out that summer is practically over and asks why I’m putting a pool up now coz it’s almost winter and and and gets 1 x PK op die LO.
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Do all the freaky people come in a flatpack too?
I had a good look in the box when I got it home from the store, but alas, no freaky people.
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