Monday, October 17, 2005
Big sweaty men
What do you say to a fit young bloke you've been staring at for the last 10 minutes, as he exerts himself. It's OK when he's a hundred yards away and not within speaking distance, but when they're lugging something your way, hot and sweaty and a little bit out of breath, a bit grubby wiping the sweat from their brow. Oh christ, have I been staring too long?
'Grab truck Daddy' comes the voice by my side.
Thank fuck for that, Eben's spoken first.
'Yes sweetheart, look it's lifting bricks into the back of the truck.'
'Alright mate' I said to the builder. I got a kind of flick headed 'alright' back at me.
The builder's yard ritual has been ongoing for about 8 months now. I came back for lunch today and took Ebs to the swings which necessitates walking past the yard. That in turn means at least 10 minutes staring at gorillas in forklift trucks and grab vans loading and unloading bricks and stuff. Have to say it's not something I'd ever noticed until Eben pointed out that it was the best thing to happen to the world.
I think I may have to buy them a Christmas present in exchange for a good staring. I'm thinking Pirelli calendar.