We had a load of rubble and old wall tiles to dispose of at the tip. It's a manic place at the best of times and I always feel hassled to unload the car as fast as possible and sort the rubbish into the appropriate skips. So we pulled up as close to the rubble skip as possible but still behind two other cars. The guys in the car infront are unloading a big boot full of bricks, one at a time. ONE AT A TIME. Us women pick up our stuff by the bag load, carry it past their car to the skip. The wife did manage to lighten their load by taking a few off them (for a path for the greenhouse) and picked up as many as she could carry in one go. Just to prove how precious these guys were they then cleaned their car out before leaving, never mind the queue forming behind them.
Just to prove I'm not a man-hating lesbian: We're getting the new kitchen fitted this week and the guys doing that are fab and doing a really good job. So good that we'll have them back in a few weeks to do the bathroom!
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