Today I won the prize for stating the obvious. What seemed like a perfectly innocuous excavation of a German ww2 bomber engine suddenly went a bit Luftwaffe when the digger deposited the engine about 3m in front of me. I kinda heard myself saying "that doesn't look like an engine, that looks like a bomb." I almost chuckled to myself in amusement. Turns out it was in fact an unexploded, undetonated 400 pound street killer. Not something you want to be taking the piss out of. I was a bit disappointed by how calm I was. People around
Laying the turf
This isn't some weird euphemism for a change. I was actually laying some turf. The Colonel dropped some of last night so I had the honour of doing the business. Unfortunately half of it was dead and smelt like cats piss and the other half was unusable. Adding it under the tree, as instructed by Camille, was like trying to reattach dead skin to the finger you just chopped it off of. Not coined it's going to work but if the Colonel commands, the space cadets must comply.