Mini rant. When I ask my work colleagues to work a Saturday, they are absolutely not obliged to do so, but I wish they wouldn’t agree and then both ring in on the morning with crappy excuses!

I’m left cutting in and laying the last of this patio on my lonesome. By myself, my work rate is roughly 40% of that of two workers and maybe 25% of three workers, losing time going backwards and forwards, making cement mixes, carrying through slabs and doing the measuring and cutting. I feel like progress is sllooooww today.

^ Those are not laid btw, only in position.

Anyway, what’s Oppo upto on Hallows Eve? Something more fun, I hope.