A bleak and rainy morning. Was confined to the house for the whole day due to the presence of workmen replacing some tiles in the lounge floor, which regularly erupts upwards in mini seismic events. With the level of skill found in the original construction of this house, the tiles are essentially stuck to the floor with chewing gum seemingly. This procedure took up most of my precious Saturday, and coated the contents of the house in a fine layer of grey dust.
When it was over I was left with a bin bag full of building debris to carry out to the refuse area. The bag was stupendously heavy and could only be moved by dragging it painfully along the ground. It soon became a little easier to pull, but it dawned on me that this was because the bottom of the bag had been worn away, leaving a trail of concrete chunks and dirt all the way to the bins.