Do you dig me, man?

Came home tonight to find this inside my gates along with a somewhat distressed Mrs Llama. Mrs Llama (who I should technically call Dr Llama) is not a lady who is given to easy distress; given she's been with me for many a moon. Oh no indeed. But she'd been dealing with the men to lay the new concrete base for our replacement garage.

Long story short - back in June our shed caught fire in spectacular fashion and as well as ashing itself, managed to damage the garage beyond repair. We had them all cleared months ago and have been waiting on the insurers to sort their paperwork. Now, 4+ months later we finally have movement - and step one is relaying the base.

Now Mrs Llama deals with a lot of people in her day job as an international jetsetting highflyer for a major multinational. She deals with the EU for goodness sake, and manages to survive that. But it seems a very vulgar, impolite and above all aggressive contractor was her limit. In her words "If we'd hired him, he'd have been fired on the spot". Thankfully she's phoned the chief contractor to have words; but I'll be hanging around tomorrow am to back her up when they appear on site again.

Possibly in my LARP armour.

But anyway - this is his digger. Thoughts of riding it round the neighbourhood on a trick or dig rampage did come to mind...