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Mum’s Gone to the Dordogne – 101 uses for Duck Tape

Trish Burgess Posted on11/08/201007/04/2016 Dordogne, Duck tape, France 18 Comments

When my husband comes home from work of an evening his first thought isn’t to get the hoover out or dust the skirting boards. On holiday, however, he becomes a bit fanatical about cleanliness, probably because it’s someone else’s muck. Our mobile home looked lovely; great position on the edge of the campsite overlooking the fields, the archery area and the kids club tents in the distance. It looked clean enough for me, but not for old Dr Mop, who started pulling out the sofabed and giving the place a once-over before we’d unpacked.

The next hour was very quiet. Our teenage son, Rory, plonked his belongings in his room, shut the door and lay on the bed, not to be woken until the next morning (bless him, he’d had a long journey). Meanwhile Dougie and I unpacked our duvets, pillows (yes, not just the pillowcases), mattress protectors (!) and far too many clothes then proceeded to unpack without getting in each other’s way: we were both hungry, hot and tired so the least bit thing would have sparked an argument.

The mood lightened however when I opened a cupboard to see half a dozen books neatly arranged on the shelf:
Me: “Ooh, that’s a nice idea, a mini-library! How funny, some of the books are the same as the ones we’ve brought.”
Him: “That’s because they ARE the ones we’ve brought. I’ve just unpacked them.”

After a visit to the supermarket things improved: crisps, lager and chocolate are excellent hors d’oeuvres and mood-lifters. Ray Mears sat himself down at the barbecue, in his barbecue shorts and barbecue T-shirt, and turned the gas on. I thought it rather odd that the gas was coming out of the side of the barbecue and the subsequent flames were melting the plastic instruction label. Thankfully, before the flames reached the gas bottle, Dougie was able to turn everything off, including the torrent of curses which had been floating in the breeze through the campsite.

It transpired that all the screws in the main grill were loose or absent. Despite there being a mammoth Health and Safety tome inside the cabin with excellent advice regarding being careful on wet decking, we didn’t quite anticipate having to re-build a killer barbecue. Sensible people would probably have written a note in the maintenance book then had dinner in the restaurant. Dougie decided to fix it. With his trusty Swiss Army knife, some thick gardening gloves (where the hell did they appear from?) and a huge roll of Duck/duct tape, he reassembled the barbecue, cleaned it properly and slammed the steaks on. On a roll, he then proceeded to repair a bit of snagged wood on the decking, tighten up the handle of the frying pan and descale the shower head. Throughout the holiday his trusty gaffer tape was used daily to repair holes in rubber rings which were essential for the lazy/crazy river in the pool area.

As we sat at the table on our first night, finishing the wine and eating After Eights (who’d have known they’d have them in France, Apres Huit?), Dougie pondered why he had decided to become a GP and not a surgeon, being so keen on fixing and taping things. I reminded him of all the curtain poles in our house which he has, without fail, always cut too short.
“Ah”, he mused, “fair point”.

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18 Comments

  1. susie @newdaynewlesson Reply
    11/08/2010 at 10:29 am

    LOL=he can come on a holiday here-and fix stuff. I even have tools. Didn't know he was a doc.

  2. Previously (Very) Lost in France Reply
    11/08/2010 at 10:34 am

    Ah, the perils of holidaying in a country with no Health and Safety Executive! The world would be a better place if everyone carried a roll of gaffer tape!

  3. Crystal Jigsaw Reply
    11/08/2010 at 11:06 am

    Yep, I can fix him up in my spare room for a week or two. I'll provide the wine. And might throw in a chocolate orange.

    CJ xx

  4. Steve Reply
    11/08/2010 at 11:11 am

    The best barbecues in the world are constructed from shopping trolleys and bits of wood. They are foolproof, never go wrong and never leak gas.

  5. Trish @ Mum's Gone to... Reply
    11/08/2010 at 12:54 pm

    Susie and CJ – I'll send him over pronto.

    Previously – when we needed a bulb changing in the caravan the little Keycamp girl turned up with the bulb and hubby said he'd do the honours. She said he wasn't allowed to; she had to do it and switch off the electricity first.

    Steve – although they were nice and quick it does surprise me that they provide gas barbecues really. We went to another campsite on the way home and the barbecue there needed screws tightening too. On both occasions, the gas bottle had remained turned on by the previous occupants!It's something I will mention in my Keycamp questionnaire I'm waiting to be emailed to me.

  6. Kelloggsville Reply
    11/08/2010 at 12:59 pm

    brilliant idea Steve!

    If my husband took Duc(t/k) tape on holiday I would be really very very worried that I wasn't coming home !!!!!!!!!

  7. Trish @ Mum's Gone to... Reply
    11/08/2010 at 1:34 pm

    Kelloggsville – you should see what he brings in his medical kit!

  8. Ellen Arnison Reply
    11/08/2010 at 5:38 pm

    Blimey. Let me get this straight, your chap goes on holiday and cleans, barbeques and mends things.
    Don't fancy sending him up here for a mini-bread, do you?

  9. Trish @ Mum's Gone to... Reply
    11/08/2010 at 6:23 pm

    Ellen – well he's Scottish so I suspect he'd be delighted to go back to his roots for a visit with his trusty tools 😉

  10. diney Reply
    11/08/2010 at 8:08 pm

    I think I need a man with trusty tools at the moment 🙂

    PS of course, no double entendre meant!!

  11. Pass the Chablis...it's 5pm Reply
    11/08/2010 at 8:27 pm

    We found that a BBQ beyond duct tape repair made an excellent fire work launching station, subsequently followed by a squirrel feeder.

    Love the mini library comment!

  12. MadameSmokinGun Reply
    11/08/2010 at 10:42 pm

    Apres Huit? Is that pronounced Apres Wee? Sounds like a necessity in France to seek comfort after such an operation.

  13. Trish @ Mum's Gone to... Reply
    12/08/2010 at 7:21 am

    Diney – No, I never meant it either 😉

    Pass the Chablis (great blog name, btw) – that could be a new post altogether, 101 uses for knackered barbecues. Inspired.

    MSG – Love it! Will be forever called that now.

  14. jfb57 Reply
    12/08/2010 at 7:45 am

    Glad you are now settled! The first day / night is always a bit tense! Have a wonderful time!

  15. Trish @ Mum's Gone to... Reply
    12/08/2010 at 8:26 am

    jfb57 – we survived the whole fortnight. Back after two weeks sans computer just typing up my diary notes. I can recommend the technology break, even 14 year old son managed without facebook.

  16. Very Bored in Catalunya Reply
    12/08/2010 at 8:05 pm

    Ha ha, funny I was reading this and thinking surely it's Duct tape?

    Oddly enough after a very long drive t'husband would have probably spontaneously combusted when faced with a dodgy BBQ let alone fix it, so well done Dougie. x

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