But after the first morning had passed, without much of and indent into the plaster, the two sat conferring under the oak tree, and as the wind blew strong smells of pot down to my house, I knew that they were indulging in a favourite passtime of a lot of villagers, and only hoped that Johnny would have the guts after inhaling this to help the other one, as it was indeed backbreaking work.
But after lunchtime none of the two were any good, and although their spirits were sky high, and they talked and laughed a lot, not much was accomplished, and I was starting to think about also having them in the mornings only.
It wasn't long before everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, including the two builders, who looked very strange with their tight curls all grey, and their yellow eyeballs peeping from between their powdered lashes.
The grinder was a big help, and it wasn't long before the stones became exposed, and I started having doubts of this two slightly built men getting the huge boulders out.
When lunchtime came I made them a good lunch, and some strong and sweet coffee, and told them not to smoke such a lot of pot, as I was not going to pay for them having a social afternoon while the work didn't get any further.
The rocks in the pictures were the first to come out, and I stated making a rockery, as I could not move it from where the two men had put it.
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