Ah the joys, the absolute joys of building a dam.
This morning the man hired in a TLB machine again to fix and strengthen one side of the dam wall. Which seemed to go well. Until he decided to test drive the workmanship. And slid off. And he got stuck. Properly. The TLB had to drag him out of the mud.
Then at 5 o’clock, after starting a lamb stew, old Farmer Brown had to go and take one more drive around the fishing lodge (and the newly supported dam wall). And time passed. And more time passed. I could vaguely hear an engine revving in the distance….very vaguely – it could well have been another hive of bees making a home in the house.
Yip, the man was stuck in the mud again. On the side of the dam wall in a deep ditch. And the TLB had long since gone home. What a fuss. What a mess. The papers showing our GPS co-ordinates for peg points where we must put our fences fell out the window. All the receipts for the building of the lodge fell out the window. Farmer Brown’s hat fell out the window.
I switched off the stew, ran a HOT bath (thank you Lord for small mercies), poured some wine and got in to unwind…..steeped like a tea-bag, I did.
At 8.30pm he eventually dragged his muddy self into the house. Got the truck out with the help of 3 other people, in the pitch dark and the freezing cold. Determination like a bull-dog with a bone that man!
Ah shame – I think it took 2 days to get the mud out of his nose. Another “what were you thinking” moments, eh Farmer Brown?
And we all know, if you laugh….you’re a bad person.
Sigh.
PS : The papers and the hat? Still missing, probably fish food by now, hehehehehe.
