The perils of the scrap metal trade
It was an expensive one for me, and I have been very troubled in recent times, scratching my old head wondering where on earth the money will come from to pay for it all.
Then, my head scratching finally paid off, when I came up with a smashing idea to bring in the much-needed cash.
I would gather up all the bits and pieces of scrap strewn about the farm, and take them to my local scrap yard.
Christmas would be paid for with scrap metal. I decided to get cracking straight away.
Up on my tractor a short time later, I was as happy as can be, easing a crumpled-up round feeder into the back of my Hilux.
Shrewd farmers amongst you might suggest that the back of a Hilux is no place for scrap metal, as there simply isn’t the space for such an awkward load, and the shrewd farmers would be right.
As I lowered the scrap in, didn’t it start to slide, with the effect that a wayward bar slid through the back window of my precious twin cab Hilux. The window broke into a thousand pieces, and I was left in a sate of shock.
The breaking of glass was something that my head scratching had not foreseen.
Later on while plucking broken glass from the jeep, I was struck with another thought. The back window may be broke, but my jeep was far from broken. The show could still go ahead. So off I went to the scrap yard in Knocknaheeney in my now air-conditioned jeep.
On my arrival, my jeep was weighed. Then, with the scrap removed, and the jeep weighed again, I was paid a princely sum for my scrap.
Buoyed up with my success, as soon as I got home, I tackled up for another load, and this time I filled it as much as I liked.
And why shouldn’t I? After all, I now had no worries about breaking my back window.
So, Christmas has finally been paid for.
Now all I have to do is go back to head scratching to try and figure out how I’m going to pay for my back window.
