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Up at 6.00 after a very quiet night. My back aches.
The contractor keeps changing the dates for the gravel work to be done.
7.40 Back from a walk around the fields. It was bone dry. So I took advantage of the likely last chance for a while. It is really quite windy. The drought should finally be broken tomorrow. Though the quantity of rain expected keeps being adjusted downwards. What was forecast to be 9mm a couple days ago is now only 2mm.
10.20 57F/14C. Sunny and windy. I have continued clearing up. After threatening to cancel our agreement he is coming today at 11am. To mark up the depths and levels. Also to calculate how much gravel I need to order. With the work possibly being done at the weekend. Or sooner. Who knows?
I was firm with him about our existing agreement. For the work to be carried out yesterday and today. I hate time wasters! Do they suppose their clients have no other plans for the unforeseeable future? Do they think they are doing the client a favour for doing the work at all? Despite being paid for it.
13.00 The contractor arrived at 11.00 to measure up the site. Laying out posts and strings at the boundaries. After measuring and making some notes on dimensions he has just left. He will be in touch to share his calculations on the amount of gravel I'll need to order. The work itself will be carried out at the weekend. He was apologetic over the delays.
I cleared a lot of crap metal which had accumulated over the years. The local recycling centre is absolutely hopeless. Customer satisfaction? Customer service? What about customer torture? A steep climb up a stepladder to place scrap in a very tall container. Just as it is for several other very tall containers. Most of the people you see at the recycling yard are old farts like me. Many of them can barely walk!
So I drove the extra 20km to the next village. Where the scrap container is behind a low wall. Where old farts, like me, can just drop heavy items straight in. Doing so repeatedly without the least effort. Until a full trailer is empty. Compared with breathlessly climbing a steep stepladder for every single item. At the local yard.
Dinner was beans on toast.
I have been having chest pains over my heart all evening. I haven't been overdoing it today. So I can't blame muscle pain. I just had a spray of nitroglycerine under my tongue and that helped. The pain has already gone. I have just remembered: I was throwing heavy scrap metal into the trailer and recycling container. Manually dragging the trailer up the grass ramp? That might not have been very wise. I don't do wise and it's a bit late to learn about it now.
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