There I was gently stewing in my pit this morning, looking forward to an easy day, with maybe a spot of lunch somewhere, when the phone went at 7.55. It was the local builder's merchants who wanted to star delivering 12 tons of gravel for the terrace. I'd completely forgotten. Bugger. Bang went lunch and it was on with the work clothes.
It turned out to be quite a tricky exercise. Because the terrace is higher than the general ground level the gravel had to be delivered in 'sacks' of a cubic meter each, weighing about a ton and a quarter. Goodness knows how the sacks hold the weight.
Anyway, as he hoisted the last sack from the back of the lorry the back wheels lifted about 2 feet off the ground. The driver was concentrating on getting the sack over the wall and, above the din of his engine, I had to scream at him to stop. It could have been an unholy mess.
He will come back next week to finish the delivery and in the meantime there's a spot of barrowing to do. You're all welcome!
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