We awoke this morning to the clanging and banging of a dump truck, wheelbarrows and shovels. George, our underpinning contractor, had finally arrived with the long promised topsoil to repair the boulevard and garden.
Except it wasn't topsoil he delivered. Apparently the garden centers don't stock topsoil at the end of the season, so he had a dump truck full of cow manure. And judging by the smell of it, it's pretty fresh cow manure.
We are now the proud owners of a yard full of stinky poo.
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