A couple of weeks ago I mentioned I was weeding the driveway.
I managed to clear all the weeds and dog-shit off it and raked it into a reasonable semblance of tidiness.
I decided though that the gravel was a bit thin in spots and that it might be a good idea to add a bit of gravel to thicken things up a bit. I ordered a ton of the stuff.
The lorry arrived yesterday. It was a fucking huge lorry and the driver barely made it up the lane [and I had been meaning to trim those overhanging branches anyway]. It had one of those hydraulic arms on the back and that's when the fun began.
Many years ago the telephone company erected a pole opposite my gate. There must be a shortage of them or something because they only put up one, and there is a veritable spiders-web of black wires flying off in all directions to all the houses around. Naturally the hydraulic arm became tangled in them. I was particularly concerned about the one that crosses into the next-door neighbour's house as that's the one I tapped into and I don't want to lose my connection. So I had to climb into the back of the lorry [which involved two ladders – I said the lorry was big] and found myself in a vast space of steel with one solitary bag of gravel in the middle of it. Anyhows, I held up the wires with a pole while Yer Man fiddled with his hydraulics.
The is now a huge canvas bag full of gravel in the front garden. It's bigger than I expected and it's really heavy. It must weigh a fucking ton. Now it all has to be dug out with a shovel and spread around the driveway, which is going to take a while and some not inconsiderable effort.
I reckon she'll have it finished by the weekend though, at the rate she's going.