"Fuck this..."

I had a much shorter day of helping out Richard today.

His daughter, Abby, went into school in tears because she was hurting, so Richard called the doctor to make an appointment for her. The appointment wasn't until about 11:40, so we had a bit of time to do some stuff...or avoid doing some stuff.

We went back to do this old lady's garden again today, try to finish it off, and she just added more work onto it. Yesterday, we'd weeded some of the garden, and dug up several concrete blocks which were moved to the top of her garden. Today, she tells us she doesn't want the blocks anymore and asked if we could take them away. This would involve carrying several blocks all the way BACK down the garden, and around to the front of the house to dump into the trailer, which was full of several other blocks from yesterday. Richard and I emptied the trailer of the blocks it already contained at the farmland, and after that, we were both like "Fuck this.", and decided to go do other things...anything just to get away from moving these blocks.

So, we went all the way down to St Austell to collect several plants, which Richard had been planning to do for quite a while now. After that, I suggested that we go to this hotel where he's meant to be sorting out some computer stuff for a guy named Steve. He thought that was a good idea after dropping off the plants at the farmland. It turned out that Steve wasn't there today, and we'd managed to pick the one day he wasn't at work.

Eventually, after wasting enough time, we went back to the old lady's place, did about 10 minutes of leveling out the soil in her garden, then left again because it was about time for his daughter to go and see the doctor. She saw him, then wanted to go home instead of going back to school, which is what we did. It was great not having to haul all those blocks out of her garden. I'm sure that old lady isn't going to be too happy about it, but then, neither are we. Richard only quoted like £25 for the job, and doing all this extra shit, it really requires her to pay more money, or just forget the whole thing. No one should have to haul all that shit and stuff for £25.

Richard admitted he'd made a mistake by only quoting £25 for it, and should've thought about it some more. However, it was the first time he ever had to quote a price on something, and he wasn't too sure on how much work it was actually going to be.