For the first time since January, we have been able to afford oil to fire up the Rayburn. It was delivered today. Woohoo!

500 litres which lasts just under 3 months.

But I got a young, new, pissed off tanker driver.

Why was he angry?

Well. He gave me a totally unexpected lecture on cutting the trees in the driveway because he’d have to reverse out and green-stuff was in the way.

I smiled. Said we were in the middle of pruning (rewind to the weekend and the War of the Roses) and thank you very much.

Cocky little barsteward should learn how to reverse an oil tanker, maybe?