Goodness...that was a busy day and it's not over yet. Jamie and his friend James came knocking on the door this morning at some ungodly hour...we've come to move the caravan said Jamie, while James stroked Tilly who was stuffed inside his jacket and Nancy danced around me.
We've come to move the caravan but we don't have a tractor...I gave Jamie a withering look and said we don't have a tractor either and sent them down to Paddy's pen to ask Jonny would he ever be kind enough to move the 'van and he came steaming up the road minutes later in his big white tractor...
That was the easy part.
The brakes had seized on the 'van and the wheels were so stiff from years of disuse they sort of made horrible creaking noises and Himself didn't have the right size spanner to free the nuts...but he found the WD 40 and sprayed it liberally over everything.
Jamie moved the biggest flowerpot which was in the way and grabbed a handful of worms and stuffed them in his pocket...every now and then he'd fish them out to see if they were still breathing and then put them back...
James crawled under the 'van to wrestle with nuts and bolts and eventually...after much grunting and muttering, managed to free all the nuts and bolts and other bits enough to haul the caravan forward a few feet...
By this time Jonny had gone away to Boccagh Hill promising a quick return...he has cattle up there which needed feeding...so Himself, James and Jamie pushed and shoved and shouted Whoa! to the right a bit...Stop!...while I stood with my hands buried deep in my jacket pockets and watched and shivered in a bitter wind..
It eventually reached the back door where they left it for Jonny to collect.
Jamie is grand in small doses...but he was keen to tidy up the space left...plant pots scattered everywhere and such-like and after the last couple of hours of him looking at his worms and hovering while James did all the actual work was beginning to grate a bit so I told him to go home...Himself said for him to buggar off which pretty well means the same thing...
Jonny turned up again and put the caravan on the tractor tow-bar and zoomed off down the road with Himself in hot pursuit on his bicycle...the 'van was swaying from side to side and I had serious doubts that it'd get there in one piece...but it did with no harm done and it was shoved any old how into the chosen spot...a mud and rubble filled hollow beside Wendy's horse stable, which is really an ancient cottage.
James and Jamie weren't there to greet its arrival...they'd gone fishing.