One of the many reasons we have to be thankful is for having lovely Franco-Irish neighbours, Anne and John. On Monday John very kindly stacked most of our three tonnes of firewood that had been delivered that scorching hot day. I did half an hour of stacking and probably got about half a tonne done in that time, but it was as much as I was willing to risk in one go, with my torn shoulder tendon. Simon isn't allowed to do lifting and carrying until the end of the month.
John volunteered, and turned up at about seven thirty in the evening so he wouldn't melt. It took him around an hour and a half including raking up all the debris. We are so grateful and a cake is being baked for delivery over the road. John says he quite enjoyed turning a jumbled pile of wood into neat stacks, with the debris in trugs. I say he's a hero.
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