It’s All In The Timing

It was really pleasing to hear my Son has such a high opinion of me today. 

When I suggested his first working day visit of 2008 to the site, his reluctance due to the inclement weather was resoundly beaten by his urge to sit on ‘the giant fork-lift’.

‘Wow – look at that’ he said as we drove passed the site to park safely nearby. 

Both in our green wellies, a pre-requisite of semi-urban living, we plodded onto the site with our usual gusto.  He has more than enough for both of us. 

We’d just popped to check on progress and see if the builders required anything or had any queries. The works were inspected and questions from the 3ft foreman were asked and satisfactorily answered.  Compliments were even exchanged. 

Max then suggested that we assist in the bricklaying, ‘especially Daddy’.  Now I know children will love their parents and hopefully have faith in them.  But, me bricklaying, would stretch cataclysmic optimism. 

However, and as always, my child was correct. I could help. 

The builders had omitted one of the patio door openings, the one probably to be used the most.  So a wall as a substitute simply wouldn’t do. 

So Daddy did help the brickies, as they’d only done that part of the bricklaying very recently, and only to plinth height, it was amended as we looked on (and took this blog entry photo). A well timed visit.

Must listen more to the mini-project manager, well after all, the builders have to!