The guys came today to pour the concrete for the terrace. Sing a hallelujah chorus.
There were, I believe 7 or 8 of them, nothing like big big machines for attracting a crowd of men (and boys). They had a freaking ENORMOUS pumper crane (above and below)
as well as the concrete mixer truck.
They had wheelbarrows, boots gloves (no raincoats?!?!?) giant palette knives for flattening the surface, tarps and I don't know how many individual vehicles.
They were however missing 2 buckets. There are a lot of buckets in the house. What I need to explain is a Catalan (Spanish?) tradition. The tradition is this. Never ever bring a bucket.
When a plumber came here to fix the hot water heating system? No bucket.
The painter? No bucket.
Friends or ours were reduced to hiding all of their buckets when work was being done on the house, so they went into the kitchen a grabbed tupperware! When banned from that, they found the daughter's little bitty plastic beach bucket and shovel and mixed concrete in that.
The boss of the construction company was wandering the village at 8:30 am looking for a store that would be open to get a bucket ?!??!?!