Heavy Rain Warning
Sunday. Sleep in....
Not a bloody chance.
About 5 am the phone goes, "slip on Mt Messenger" & by all accounts a good one.
It is reported as right across the road, a metre deep and both lanes blocked.
It is even on the national news as I hurtle south.
The crew has to load up the front end loader at the yard, so I actually pass the transporter on the way.
When I get there, there are a couple of wet exasperated policemen and a small slip.
By the time I have cut back the small trees that have come down with it the police decide that they have other things to do.
Like stay dry.
We cleared that, and I headed back north, to a report of rocks on the road near home.
A car had apparently had run into them.
On the way I found another slip.
We sorted that and I found my rocks and a nice motorist with a flat tire & no working jack or spare.
I would normally, if it was a work vehicle, do the party trick, and winch it up onto the back.
I'm not supposed to do this for the public.
( Insurance, Public Liability, What if .... etc.)
But I did.
I delivered him, plus car to the local garage to get sorted in the dry.
He even scored a cooked breakfast when I called in at home for dry clothes.
Mrs Fart believes that any crisis can be cooked through, and a big feed solves most problems.
It's now lunch time, and I have already been out again.
It's still raining.
I'll leave the wet weather gear to steam in front of the fire & try for a nap on the couch I think.