I have been getting up rather early for the last few days.
An old pal of mine has been doing a little bit of a job in the garden. The fucker insisted on starting at eight in the morning which to put it very mildly is an ungodly hour. To make matters worse, not only did he arrive and start unloading tools and stuff but he then started cutting stones.
Is there anything worse than a power saw cutting stone at eight in the morning?
I don't think so.
To add to the noise there were clouds of dust which meant visibility in the garden for the last couple of days has been zilch.
Anyhows, he's gone now.
I have just discovered he did a little bit of extra work. Now I swear on a crate of baccy I didn't ask him to do it. He never asked me, nor did he tell me after. It was just a nice little surprise that he left for me to discover.
He resurfaced a bit of the lane outside my gate.
It's only a small piece of resurfacing but it is very effective.
You can't see it in the picture because you can't see it in actuality. Yes, he has surfaced over my water meter, which I think is incredibly kind and thoughtful? It was fucking ugly anyway.
As for the work he did – it was a brilliant job.
There is Penny enjoying the sunshine on the new terrace, between the new steps and the new stone.
What's the stone pillar for, you ask?
Well, it does have a function but I'll leave that to your imagination. Is it for tethering the dog? Is it for tethering Herself? It's not a sundial [I have one of those]. It's not part of anything that is yet to be built.
Naturally it has to have a name. I suggested the Ogham Stone, or the Long Steyne. Grandad's Pillar? The Megalithic Stone?
My pal just wants to call it his erection.