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The new composite boards were stacked and ready.

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The contractor set up a tent to beat the heat of the baking sun.

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He started work on the framing.

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And then my husband went out to talk.

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And talk, and talk, and talk.

At the $55 an hour we’re paying this guy, I could do with a little more work and a lot less talk so I hauled the husband inside and got him busy organizing some of his old magazines and newspapers.

Bad idea. Very bad.

Because as soon as he found some interesting ones?

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He took them out to show the contractor.

And then he talked, and talked, and talked.

Jesus wept…we’ll have to remortgage the house before this is through.

And if Jesus weeping wasn’t bad enough?

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The heavens decided to weep that afternoon as well.

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Torrential rain, heavy downpours and big mud puddles.

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Left us with very little progress.

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But there is a great big tool trailer parked on the lawn.

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That’s a plus, right?

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