Hired muscle update
The bank on my Lottie still wants digging and barrowing. The task is only a few hours' work, for a strong person. But for me with my disability it's frankly impossible. I made herculean efforts on several days, with rest days in between, and there's just a little bite moved from one corner. So I'm looking for hired muscle as talked about here a week or 2 ago. A local jobbing gardener, who comes with recommendations, seemed promising. But he didn't turn up to the appointment we made for him to quote me for the job. He didn't phone to rearrange. So I take it he doesn't want this particular job, and to tell the truth, at this point I'm not keen to hire him. A lad who is doing his Duke of Edinburgh award, including some voluntary gardening, seemed promising too. Then he had emergency surgery. He's fine now, apparently, but not back to full fitness in time to take on my digging job. An allotment neighbour offered to do a few barrowloads. Another offered to take on the whole paid job. A third hasn't yet been approached, but I'm going to call him because I've reason to believe a small gardening job like this would fit in with his plans. So there are some calls to make. But I feel really quite upset about this. I don't want anybody working on my beloved Lottie. That plot is mine, it's taken the shape I dreamed it into. It's there for me to think of fondly when anything else happens to go wrong for me. I just plain love it, really love it. Anybody else working there might do it a way I don't like. I felt a bit silly about having such a strong reaction, in the grand scheme of things. My OH is preocuupied with the fact that her son is stranded due to the volcanic eruption. But I dared to tell her how I'm feeling about hiring muscle for Lottie and she came through for me, understanding what I feel. She injured her back 10 years or so before retiring from farming, catching a sheep at the wrong angle, and she's in permanent 24-7 pain from it. She describes how her farm man was very good but he never quite did a task the way she would have done it if her back hadn't stopped her. She says that after a few years, you stop minding. I hope she's right.