Word of the day: Kapooey – Badly wrong
Mood: also soggy
When I arrived this morning I gave the usual cheery good morning to Mike, he growled, which is not like him at all.
‘S’up?’ I asked.
‘What’s up? What’s up? They’ve ruined my fucking lawn, haven’t they? Ruined it!’
It’s seven thirty in the morning, I’m not ready for this yet.
‘Hmm? Who have?’ I say, keeping it vague.
‘Those fucking guys who laid the path! Look!’ he pointed out the window. ‘Looks like they were doing wheelies last night!’
I couldn’t see much out of the window, so with Mateo I went and had a look. Using our cunning detective skills we worked out that, whatever vehicle it was, the driver had tried to turn around on the gravel, somehow missed and landed on the grass. Then panicked and spun round backwards in a large circle, sunk into the soft muddy grass, revved the engine to get out, churning big holes as they went, before finally driving off leaving gullies. It was pretty spectacular really, and I had to feel sorry for the poor bugger. Especially when my manager started ranting that he’d get the driver fired. And this was after not finishing the path yesterday. Luckily managers at my place go more for bark than bite, so I expect the trouble will fizz out before anyone gets in real trouble.