This also reminds me of a story about another one of my neighbours (not the wee boy under the apple tree).
Alex, the guy who lived a couple of doors up, decided to paint the wood above a dormer window in his roof.
One of my other neighbours and I looked up the street that day to see Alex, age 85, dressed in shirt and tie and wearing leather shoes, climbing out of his dormer window , with a paintbrush and pot of paint in hand. He worked his way along the 45 degree sloping roof, and got ready to paint.
"Are you OK there, Alex", we shouted, "Do you want us to bring a big ladder?"
"I'm perfectly fine", he shouted.
Then "Don't worry about me, I've got a safety harness".
When we arrived with the big ladder and got him down, we discovered that the "safety harness" was a length of clothes rope tied round his waist, and the other end tied onto the bed. If he'd fallen, it'd have cut him in half.
Alex, the guy who lived a couple of doors up, decided to paint the wood above a dormer window in his roof.
One of my other neighbours and I looked up the street that day to see Alex, age 85, dressed in shirt and tie and wearing leather shoes, climbing out of his dormer window , with a paintbrush and pot of paint in hand. He worked his way along the 45 degree sloping roof, and got ready to paint.
"Are you OK there, Alex", we shouted, "Do you want us to bring a big ladder?"
"I'm perfectly fine", he shouted.
Then "Don't worry about me, I've got a safety harness".
When we arrived with the big ladder and got him down, we discovered that the "safety harness" was a length of clothes rope tied round his waist, and the other end tied onto the bed. If he'd fallen, it'd have cut him in half.