Well, I bought this thing 6 months ago from Ebay and it has been sat on top of the dog kennel in the garage ever since I pulled it out of its delivery box awaiting sufficient time, patience and courage to cajole the dragon into assisting my endeavours to fit it. Knowing the 'van roof is some 10 1/2 feet up in the air, I knew there was going to be dramas. Today was the day when the planets aligned, but I am either a total and pathological retard, or these things need an extra pair of arms to fit, over and above the two pairs available at #94.
It is on, but it took half an hour, copious expletives, idiotic amounts of moving stepladders from one side to the other, balancing on one leg and contravening every Health and Safety rule in the book that would have seen me in front of Worksafe Inspectors if I tried this at my work premises. Three points of contact my arse!
The good news is that the usual hands thrown in the air from the dragon and the accompanying " fit it your bloody self you bad tempered bastard" screamed in a broad Scouse accent that gets broader and higher pitched when prodded with a metaphorical sharp stick, was not uttered once. She is either getting more patient after 32 years married, or I have imperceptibly mellowed in my approach to not being the best at everything I try, that by seemingly divine intervention inevitably goes awry on most occasions.
The only hope is that the 'van now doesn't go the same way as the swimming pool when we put the new cover and roller on just before summer.Twice we have been in the pool this year as it is such a faff taking the thing off and dragging it back on again.
Now, I am not being defeatist, but I think I may be in for a battle in reverse when we next are due to hitch up and take off. I am sure there is a knack, but if someone would like to enlighten me on the finer points of divorce free caravan cover installation and removal, you would make an overly self critical perfectionist very happy.
All advice greatly received........
It is on, but it took half an hour, copious expletives, idiotic amounts of moving stepladders from one side to the other, balancing on one leg and contravening every Health and Safety rule in the book that would have seen me in front of Worksafe Inspectors if I tried this at my work premises. Three points of contact my arse!
The good news is that the usual hands thrown in the air from the dragon and the accompanying " fit it your bloody self you bad tempered bastard" screamed in a broad Scouse accent that gets broader and higher pitched when prodded with a metaphorical sharp stick, was not uttered once. She is either getting more patient after 32 years married, or I have imperceptibly mellowed in my approach to not being the best at everything I try, that by seemingly divine intervention inevitably goes awry on most occasions.
The only hope is that the 'van now doesn't go the same way as the swimming pool when we put the new cover and roller on just before summer.Twice we have been in the pool this year as it is such a faff taking the thing off and dragging it back on again.
Now, I am not being defeatist, but I think I may be in for a battle in reverse when we next are due to hitch up and take off. I am sure there is a knack, but if someone would like to enlighten me on the finer points of divorce free caravan cover installation and removal, you would make an overly self critical perfectionist very happy.
All advice greatly received........