Saturday, May 15, 2010
rocks in his head
My other half is really being a dick, he got about 10m3 of pebbles, which we didnt need, although i must admit to telling him about them, thinking he might get about 1 or 2 m3. These go nicely with the 30 or 40 tonne of boulders he got numerous years ago which are strewn about the garden looking as if an earthquake just hit.
Anyway so there they were on the driveway, blocking it nicely. i scratched my car getting out so was now pissed off, so i decided to enlist the help of my slothful son to move at least enough so i could get in and out. I thought we were progressing fairly well when other half gets home and says "thats not very good' at which some choice @#$% words were muttered from myself and i promptly left the scene before someone was murdered. So other half takes slothful son out to print a document and arrives home several hours later with a large rock moving machine. Then he cleans the gutters. So i say 'um that machine, is it gonna be used?' I narrowly missed being hit by a lump of rotting matter, i thought about giving the ladder a shake but then decided at least i would wait for the pebbles to be moved which hopefully will be tommorrow.