Sorry no, but onlookers did learn a new word, or two, of very bad English.
Okay, back to the plot. You remember, yesterday I was talking about a tad more soil? Well here it is, two thirds of the way up the bladdy fence.
Khun Mau was very good at counting the soil trucks, but he didn't know when to stop. Khun Wan, the soil man, knew when to stop, but he was off fishing. Fortunately, the digger was coming anyway, for free, so it was a case of, you want money, you do what I want. In the nicest possible way, of course, with both of us wearing our best smiles. Here are the boys making good and adding a little more to the polution content of the area.
After an hour, or tway, they had managed a passable version of the slope that I had wanted in the first place and cleaned up the area at the back of the house.
Here, Khun Mau and Khun Wan fail to agree on the price. Mau used a pen and paper, Wan used the calculater on his phone and tried to under charge us.
With everyone happy, they all drove off into the gardening thread. (Starts later). Meanwhile, back at the house, Shuttering was still going on, or should I say, up.
The big bits were easy but the bits left over, and the small holes, took time to finish. Here, we see in action, the great building game called 'toss the stick'. If you look carefully, you can just make out the stick as it sails past the left 'mast' on it's way to the open hand.
After lunch, it was getting quite close to a serious fire risk inside and vitually impossible to photograph anyone working.
At the end of the day, we were looking good and on target for the cement on Monday.
As I have missed certain parties, of late, it seemed only fair to give you a vague idea of what I look like, so, this is a vague idea, taken with my other hand. Have a nice Sunday folks!