On Saturday, while Trillian kept the little people occupied, in an attempt to prevent the entry of water into the basement, Zaphod and Fenchurch dug their trench a little deeper and then started throwing mortar at the wall, literally. Fenchurch found that her instinct to "color inside the lines" did not really lend itself to throwing mortar at a wall, so Zaphod threw and Fenchurch mixed...because mixing mortar is kind of like mixing "just add water" cake mix. Except you wouldn't want to eat it. And it's a looooooooot heavier.
Four bags of mortar later and Zaphod and Fenchurch were both done for the day. And only about 1/4 of the way around the wall. Thank goodness next weekend should be sunny...
On Sunday, to rest from throwing mortar, Zaphod and Fenchurch moved things around. There seems to be an unwritten rule at Highlands Bangor - if you're going to move something, the place you put it must be as inconvenient as possible for whatever job needs to be done next, thus forcing you to move the thing again. The heavier the thing, the truer this is.
But rules are meant to be broken - so Zaphod and Fenchurch moved slate (for the keep-water-out-of-the-attic project) and wood (for the let's-not-freeze-to-death-over-the-winter project) to places which should hopefully be relatively permanent until the slate goes on the roof and the wood goes in the fire.
And Zaphod is looking forward to doing it all again next weekend!
It keeps his muscles growing and too tired to be frustrated. Like the man in the ad, "I pick things up & I put things down "over & over and over again.
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