Bang and Its Gone

Out there somewhere the world looks so nice. There is even wildlife out there. The Pidgeon is eating something.

This is precompost. There is the liberated banana skin.

I get the bacon out o the freezer turn the kettle on and let it defrost while

I head for the shower and bathroom cleaning session.

When the bacon is cooked I sit outside and complanate what the day holds.

Sometime later the sledge hammer is out and the wall foundations are out.

Sometime later the 4inch slabs from 1930 are destroyed along with my arms and the modern slabs are removed.

I have obviously got to get rid of some of this rubble. Out come the trailer.

And so the laborious work of moving the bits to the trailer begins.

I hook the trailer up.

Fill it to what I think I can get away with weight wise, not volume.

I pull off hearing the creaking and the push you pull me effect of having such a weigh on the back.

I arrive at the tip, and knowing you have to pay for rubble I go for the I’ve got two trailer loads to get rid of to get a good deal So I’m charged £9 a trailer.

While others came along in disbelief that they had to pay, gave a long argument, and general said all the things they had heard so many times before. I got asked how much I was charged for a trailer of rubble. They could not believe it, but I just simply replied, and how much would a skip cost me?

It was a nice day to throw rubble from the small trailer to the big bin.

I return home and do the second run.

Much later the day ends like this, I’m so tired, I ache so much. Here you can see the original arrangement of the paving slabs, with the original property boundary ones on the left. And the extended property boundary ones on the right.

And while it was hard work to move them They look better like this. I did this to the gate. What is awkward is they are all slightly different sizes.

The front of the drive to where the pea shingle is going now looks like this. I go to Wicks and get some drive sheet.

And here from the front door to the pavement I’m going to build a block path.

First though I need to buy some building blocks and stuff.

I’m sure it will look good in the end.

But I’m about to die.

In fact I’m that tired I already know nothing is going to change tomorrow.

I’m impressed though how much i got done in the end.

And so I put the outdoor tools away.

Come in doors and change the door handles downstairs for some silver ones.