There was a draught coming down "Front" room chimney and Mrs Northsider asked number one son to put the stove back on the stone pedestal (I put my wife on a pedestal when I met her) he recently made.
He asked me to do my limbo act (on my back inside the chimney) and chisel out in the solid mortar in the chimney for the flu attachment to fit. Here I was chiselling away with my mobile phone light shining upwards from behind my head.
I cursed and swore and called it one of them there and it would have made a saint say: "flip off". Not forgetting the dust and cement mortar in my hair and eyes. I thought manual labour was the name of a Spanish builder!😊
Then number one son with all the strength of an ox lifted the stove into place and attached the flu after some more chiselling on his part. My chiselling wasn't central enough.
Then we lit the stove and the swearing and dust was worth it! I think.
Back in place. I'm off splitting some logs for both the stoves. They use coal too. At least we don't have heating bills.