We are hugely grateful to our friends here for everything they do for us, and as usual we had a willing band of helpers for the arrival of the concrete lorry yesterday afternoon.
Despite the weather still being freezing we decided to crack on with concreteing the middle of the house as Neil is going to the UK on Wednesday and desperately wanted to get it done before he leaves.
The lorry swung into the house perilously close to the roof (we were rather concerned as the driver has a penchant for whisky and it was directly after lunch), but the driver managed to park close enough to get the chute within range of the house.
We gave the driver a bit of a shock as he drank his coffee in the house after the lorry was emptied. The computer was on random photo slideshow and he nearly spat his coffee out as a picture of Neil came onto the screen naked and posing with his penis pokey book (a gift from someone who knows Neil well - thanks for that Claire).
I explained what an exhibitionist he is and no doubt news of odd goings on at chez nous will be round the village in no time. Not that Neil will give a toss.