The Pour.
Once again they descended in the early morning mist. The concrete pump and the concrete trucks… Very early! But I guess it wasn’t like we weren’t already up and about. Grudgingly.
There was a fairly long pause in proceeding before the last of the three concrete trucks pulled in. Not sure if they got lost or whether it was down to having to calculate the remaining requirements precisely and phone that in for delivery. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt is was the latter, but…
Didn’t really matter. The kids were pretty much over it by the second truck.
So now we have a big rectangular pad. Just as well there’s no ramp so we can’t drive onto it and crack it before it’s fully set!
How many paw prints?
I was thinking there might be a few, but I haven’t spotted any yet. And more importantly after today’s shake I haven’t noticed any cracks either!
Bec did wonder aloud at work about whether we should get the kids feet in there and get some footprint stamps working, but her workmates thought the builders might go a bit postal on seeing those…
We wondered whether the earthquake had left its mark too. Relieved to hear you escaped it again.