Another day, another attempt at travelling to the Earth’s core is made.

“Where have all the flowers gone?” asked Pete Seeger in his 1960s folk song of the same name.

“They’re in a skip.” Replied Mr Builder Man.

(Before you wonder at my musical taste, I googled the first bit)

As we thought yesterday, the front garden did have to get dug up. Not as much as first thought but there is a very large marked section in the grass, as if it’s next on the list. Poor grass.

The hole goes right from the front door to the start of our lawn and is covered by some boards. Some rather wobbly boards that bend. A lot.

Thankfully, the trenches should be getting filled in over the next few days when the cement turns up (yet another toy that I won’t be allowed to play with).

It’s so weird, an entire half of our garden has been totally decimated, looking like something out of Fallout 3 (right, game fans?) and we’re……fine. No problems at all.

Hopefully, this will continue and I won’t post on here in a week’s time with something that looks like this:

“Aye, ken what ************** and then ***************** and ************all over the place! Ya *******************!”

I pity the take away person that has to deliver to us whilst these are still down.

I pity the take-away person that has to deliver to us whilst these are still down.

It's almost like someone asked the question "What does this button do?" just as it was aimed at our house.

It's almost like a passing alien asked the question "What does this button do?" just as its laser cannon was aimed at our house.

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