The good news is I got a sweet price on an old caravan that we are going to park outside on the weekends and sell pies out of. The bad news is that it was rotten to its core and requires a slightly fuller restoration that originally planned.

Here is a photo of Garry grinning beside the caravan after we have had just bought it off a gypsy.

And here is a photo of Greg grinding rust off with a drill while wearing no eye or ear protection. Not to mention all the shit he was breathing in. Next week we will patch up the holes with spit and newspaper and paint the chassis a shiny silver.

Please note that the caravan is being hilariously held up by a forklift so that he can get under it properly. We decided that the tragedy for our family would be too great if we were both killed when the thing fell off the fork, so took turns, one lying under and working while the other acted as a spotter.

So, over the summer when you are enjoying a pie and a Bodgie, think of Greg, lying in a puddle and making bad metal appear safe.