Friday, 24 October 2014

Just Drive Away

I've bitten the bullet and decided to get my drive done. Not some fancy paving, or even tarmac - this isn't Surrey. Instead I'm having it levelled and topped with planings; these are the ground and chipped road surfaces that are cleared when new roads are built. It'll look natural and, oh bliss, there will be no mud, dips, puddles or grass to mow. Visiting friends won't moan, and then leave their cars across the road. It'll still be hazardous to back into the lane, or even go out frontways which I never do. There is poor visibility until you are actually sticking out, so it all has to be done slowly to avoid hitting passing cyclists. I could position a mirror opposite, giving a clear view of the lane in either direction, but you know what? I'm not going to.



Anyway, here we are at midday on Friday. Richard from Weybread, 10 miles or so  away and close to the Norfolk border, is doing the job. He's a dab hand with the JCB, smoothing and levelling the ground like I might do with a trowel. And he has lovely hair. I told him this, the second time I've done that this week. I know that's weird, but I accosted a man in Tesco car park on Wednesday and asked him if he was a Man With a Van and he was! He's agreed to go to Great Yarmouth to collect the new headboard I bought off Ebay for £10. It's a beauty, but it wasn't going to fit in my car. Anyway, Quint also has lovely long hair. I told both him and Richard that many women would kill for their hair, and they both did the same thing: they touched their beautiful tresses and smiled. Suffolk men are lovely. They don't have that 'attitude' that makes those further north and south a bit prickly, a bit chippy. Richard said it himself when I told him I wouldn't be here on Monday when he comes to finish off. "That's alright, you can trust me. I'm just a good old Suffolk buouy."



Here's Richard, for the record. He was happy to pose for a picture. So far everyone I've asked has agreed with charm and grace, as if they found nothing odd about it. I only wished I'd snapped Sid, but I guess he'll be back.

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