Very early yesterday morning I heard a delivery truck outside the house, so I pulled on my jeans and a T-shirt and ran downstairs to see what was happening.
On the front drive were two massive Pallets – one loaded with bricks, the other with cement – and a worried-looking Wilson.
Site Manager Antony explained that Wilson had 'slightly' over-ordered on building materials, but it was okay because we'd easily be able to sell the leftover bricks and cement on eBay – as long as we offered to deliver, anyway.
Wilson then spoke for the first time, telling me that both bricks and cement were way heavier than he'd expected, and he couldn't carry even one brick at a time, let alone a bag of cement…
Which is why I'm only just posting yesterday's Blog – I was completely drained by carrying a pallet's-worth of bricks and 35 sacks of cement round to the back garden.
While I lay gasping for breath, Wilson confessed that rebuilding his Museum was a much more substantial project than he'd anticipated, and asked whether his brother, Byron, could come over to help him with it.
At that moment, I would have agreed to almost anything, so I nodded weakly and grunted, 'Mmm'…
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