Let's stick together

Today's plan had been to make a final assault on the remaining timber from the felled tree and reduce it to logs for the winter, because it really doesn't make a very attractive addition to the patio, and makes relaxing on the bench very difficult.

Then Ned told me about the logs he'd ordered from Steve. "Logs? How many?" (suspiciously)> "Erm ... two loads" (guiltily). "Two loads? Why two?" (aghast). "Bogof!" (brightly).
Steve duly filled the drive with logs and Ned and I spent the day splitting and carrying them round to the stack. I'm sure it would have been easier with a conventional wheelbarrow (we have a beautiful wheelbarrow; it's just that the wheel doesn't turn. Bloody French workmanship) but we won't go into that. At 5 o'clock we stacked the last of them.

We still haven't started on ours. Maybe tomorrow, if our backs still work.