My car's anniversary

Today's our anniversary, one whole month with my own little car.  Yay!!

I was woken up by the bad tempered dumper driver.  I knew that I knew him but couldn't remember who he was.  After a couple of embarrassing minutes, he dropped the skip and left.

The plumber arrived, looked at the tap and left without a word but he was back within the hour to replace it.  Manure arrived, man came to clean the old fosse so that Darren can decommision it [after the new one arrives....].  There was a drama with this as he said he couldn't possibly bring his lorry onto the garden as it is so full of shit that it is incredibly heavy and the ground is too soft.  Eventually parked his lorry at the front and ran a pipe around to the fosse.  We always knew he would but the shoulder shrugging and deep sighing are things that just have to be got through!

Bit of male bonding before the fosse is cleaned out

So far, not a bad day except the guy didn't turn up to give us a quote for the big digger and Mr bad tempered dumper driver didn't come back til late afternoon to take the full skip and he didn't leave us an empty one.  He also made a drama out of the whole thing by saying that the skip was too full and therefore too heavy. Cue for more shoulder shrugging and sighing.  He loaded it fine!  Quelle surprise! He finally returned with an empty skip and said he would be back at 8.30am tomorrow to collect it.  I think Darren and Stuart just wanted to get rid of everything so they agreed. 

I was intending to prepare the 40 metre bed for the imminent arrival of the Lavateria plants but it was too damn wet and cold.  I didn't achieve much at all apart from overcoming my conviction that fires will do something nasty the minute your back is turned, which meant that I could run a big fire in the house and a bonfire in the garden in the morning.

The view from the caravan 2 weeks ago.

More or less same view today

The sun finally came out for a little while in the early evening, just a few minutes to encourage us to think that maybe the weather was turning, but then the rain came back with a vengeance.  It's really difficult to hear anything in a caravan during the driving rain so DVDs and podcasts were out of the question.  I snuggled up with a book.

So, more rubble to dispose of

Darren was out there til after 7, getting all the rubble in the skip.  I hope the weather's better tomorrow because I am going to have to work in the garden.