Yesterday, because it was sunny and I'd had a beer, we decided to move the 'stones' from in our 'garden' to a more suitable position. By 'garden' I mean the council-owned land behind our house and by 'stones' i mean the two 'big' chunks of stone that make nice seats in the summer. By 'big' I mean about 2-foot x 2-foot x 5-foot.
Dave brought round his wreckers bar (basically a 5-foot crow-bar) and after two hours, two beers and a lot of manly grunting we got the things shifted round to a new position (about 1m away, but at 90-degrees to where they were). The reason for this? Dunno really, seemed like a good idea.
I ache. A lot.
MaFt
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