Riddle me this, if i contract an illness and do not die, how can i get the SAME GODDAMN THING OVER AND OVER AND OVER!?!?!?!
Obviously working in not one but two retail jobs, exposed to the unmentionable filth being spread around by the milk of human scumness wouldn't help but jesus fecking christ can i get just a little bloody immunity here!
So as you may have gathered, i am proper sick, and while that has put a temporary stop to cycling, getting a roof over my head and that of my growing family is not something that can wait until i am clear of whatever super ebola the bogan customers at the servo have so generously infected me with.
On friday afternoon my boss at the pool shop demanded i go home early, so after a short rest it was over to the block for some more "renovating".
Obviously working in not one but two retail jobs, exposed to the unmentionable filth being spread around by the milk of human scumness wouldn't help but jesus fecking christ can i get just a little bloody immunity here!
So as you may have gathered, i am proper sick, and while that has put a temporary stop to cycling, getting a roof over my head and that of my growing family is not something that can wait until i am clear of whatever super ebola the bogan customers at the servo have so generously infected me with.
On friday afternoon my boss at the pool shop demanded i go home early, so after a short rest it was over to the block for some more "renovating".
BAM, and the sink is gone!
And then BAM, and the bloody wall's gone too. SMASH SMASH SMASH!
By that stage i didn't have a lot left in the tank so headed over to the home farm for some sleep, cleaning up the downed walls could wait until the morning. Easy done, the cement truck wasn't going to be there til 10:30.
I didn't count on waking up in an even worse state than the day before though, but it's amazing what a deadline can do (helped in no small part by the cement truck being delayed).
Lewis-the-not-triathlete popped round, and with his help i managed to get things all spick and span just as the truck appeared. My mum was also on hand to make sure no one died on her property. Being in possession of an upper body, Lewis was on wheelbarrow duty while i mucked around with the shovel. I have watched a couple of people do concreting before, but this was the first time i have been in charge of the long smooshy stick (technical term of course) and it showed. After a LONG time things eventually started looking reasonably level and smooth, but by then the effort of cleaning up the besser blocks was taking a heavy toll, and i almost passed out a couple of times.
The final touches accordingly took what felt like hours but after all that i was left with this.
By that stage i didn't have a lot left in the tank so headed over to the home farm for some sleep, cleaning up the downed walls could wait until the morning. Easy done, the cement truck wasn't going to be there til 10:30.
I didn't count on waking up in an even worse state than the day before though, but it's amazing what a deadline can do (helped in no small part by the cement truck being delayed).
Lewis-the-not-triathlete popped round, and with his help i managed to get things all spick and span just as the truck appeared. My mum was also on hand to make sure no one died on her property. Being in possession of an upper body, Lewis was on wheelbarrow duty while i mucked around with the shovel. I have watched a couple of people do concreting before, but this was the first time i have been in charge of the long smooshy stick (technical term of course) and it showed. After a LONG time things eventually started looking reasonably level and smooth, but by then the effort of cleaning up the besser blocks was taking a heavy toll, and i almost passed out a couple of times.
The final touches accordingly took what felt like hours but after all that i was left with this.
Please direct all the angry anti-portrait photo comments to Mrs LDR.
As you can see, that was nowhere near enough cement to finish the job (i wanted to be sure i didn't order too much and i'm certainly safe as far as that goes), so we will have to go through the whole exercise again shortly.
Now as we finally had some rest, mum looked over at the old man's ute which i had loaded with all the broken besser blocks and suggested that there was a fair bit of a load on board.
As you can see, that was nowhere near enough cement to finish the job (i wanted to be sure i didn't order too much and i'm certainly safe as far as that goes), so we will have to go through the whole exercise again shortly.
Now as we finally had some rest, mum looked over at the old man's ute which i had loaded with all the broken besser blocks and suggested that there was a fair bit of a load on board.
OK so there was a bloody enormous load but not to worry, the old Rodeo could deal with it. Well....
Sort of. The 4 kms back to the home farm was some of the most white knuckle driving i've ever done, and i didn't get much past 40kmh. Forget feeling wallow in the suspension or the tyres squirming, it felt like the whole chassis was about to snap in half. Mental note, besser blocks are heavy.
After rest and food i am feeling considerably better, in the sense that at least now i don't have to work at simply maintaining consciousness. Tomorrow will very definitely be a rest day, i'll just be doing a bit of tinkering with my 1965 Local Cycle Co. roadster to have her ready for racing the C17 steam train next weekend (assuming i am able to kick the cold by then).
Fair Winds,
LDR.
Sort of. The 4 kms back to the home farm was some of the most white knuckle driving i've ever done, and i didn't get much past 40kmh. Forget feeling wallow in the suspension or the tyres squirming, it felt like the whole chassis was about to snap in half. Mental note, besser blocks are heavy.
After rest and food i am feeling considerably better, in the sense that at least now i don't have to work at simply maintaining consciousness. Tomorrow will very definitely be a rest day, i'll just be doing a bit of tinkering with my 1965 Local Cycle Co. roadster to have her ready for racing the C17 steam train next weekend (assuming i am able to kick the cold by then).
Fair Winds,
LDR.