A sort of insurance Man …… in The odd entries from life …….

This morning the workers are going at the job with some zest, the main concrete level is mostly removed now, so the job is now at its lowest ebb, things couldn’t look worse! Getting our cars out of the way this morning was a close thing, were we’re putting the Mini and BMW has arrived over night, luckily the bemer was well up the space and I managed to squeezed Sweethearts Mini in behind it.

My car is a little further up the road, a three or four minute walk – at my place. As I retuned from parking the Mini a lorry turned up, behind there was a trailer with a one ton dumper, by the time I was in my car and almost down the drive the dumper was near our drive; just as well we have been getting up early – seven may not be early for those still working!

At mid morning while the workmen were on a brake, a well-dressed gent appeared and made his way to our front door; the one we don’t use! Between the gate [it has gone since I started writing this] and the front door is very uneven, he didn’t look the type used to building sites. I dashed out to call him back, he looked like an insurance man or a middling manager; he offered me a few copies of the Watchtower.

I have always been polite with them, and told I’m happy with my faith, and we separate on good terms.

Last updated September 30, 2014