If its just clicking then I'll be less suspisious of it causing the dsl problems and yes it would be the fence. the clicking is often audible at lower frequencies so in rural areas hearing a slow click like a heartbeat over the phone line is common
I think of the other feild next to the church as my friends field as thats where the camp for the wedding reception was. I went back to the boat as I could put the cooker on to get some heat. another friend came along to occupy the other birth, same side as he cooker. Unfortunately he stretched out in the night and I was woken by his yelps of pain. the cooker was at the end of his bed. I've heard of cooked sole but only the fish version before.
The journey there was eventfull. We had borrowed the boat several times before. we thought it would be a good way to get to the wedding. My friend who burnt his foot drove to the village (almost killing us on the way, phew!)
We stopped at his mums house where I heard a dog approching in the back garden as I could hear the sound of claws on the paving. It wasn't a dog,it was his brother, whonever cuts his toe nails
I wish this bit was a joke but it's not, unbeliveable.
So theres 5 of us on this boat having a great time chugging along on our way to the church.The chap to whomthe boat belongs was given it ( :'(I want one) and has hardly used it. so half way "Uh oh!" "where are you steering were headding straight for that boat" "no streering, the wheels gone loose!" we finaly crash into the enbankment; "so where's the toolbox"......"you're joking". had to find a screwdriver or something close to, whats the only thing avalable? Would you belive a set of nail clippers, guess who's
I just had to keep telling my self well he never uses them.
Half lashed a makeshift link to the rudder so we could make it to a private jetty to further the repair, chap comes along shouting "this is private you can't moor here...oh hello Ch....." he and his daughter knows the one with the soon to be singed foot so I go up to to house looking for a few spanners and hopefully some thing to wipe the chain grease off my hands as there now blue as thats the only way we could steer. As the're helpuffully looking for some tools her cat comes out. Now i have a way with cats and it was very friendly. So as i looked to see the progress of wheres the tool box I was stroking her white cat,yes a white cat, or at least it was before I realised
don'tthink they spotted the fur stuck to the grease on the palm of my hand