Pot holes

20 July, in the year of our Lord 2020

After dinner by my coach to Mr. M. Jones where to fill in pot holes in the track to his house, which is in a bad way with the disrepair of it and unfit for any carriage the like of any road I have ever seen; a pick and shovel to dig out the rubble to use to mend it, which is slate and soil mixed, though it breaks the back to dig out slate, which is not built for shoveling, and then to wheel it across fields and spread it on the track; but on taking my leave I did feel it was better to ride over, though it needs more, but contented for a job well done. 

By andywmacfarlane

I am a retired medic who likes messing around with a bit of writing, and friends seemed to like my social media postings of "Samuel Pepys: The Covid Diaries". So I'm having a go at blogging them.

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