Drill rigs and other stories

6am. Wake up unnecessarily early. Pack two cases- one for girls weekend to Cardiff, and one for two days site work.
9am. Leaving work to head on up to site- wondering if my minidress has made it's way to the wrong bag. Hope I've got my toothbrush.
12pm. Drill, drill, drill.
1pm. Find out the thousand ways to describe gravel. This suits me to a tee - ever since Sri Lanka, I've had a fascination with gravel. In fact, it's become a nickname.
3pm. Jammed drill rig slows work to almost standstill.
6pm. Crazy parking. Site Departure.
9pm. Painted nails, am fed, time to curl up with a good book.