Four hours of pole wrestling ends.

On and off at this for four hours.

It was the pole for a static washing line.

I dug.

I drowned it in water.

I wiggled it about.

Now I can't get it out of the hole as the suspect it weighs half my body weight.

I won't give up.

I have rope. And a small amount of brute strength left. Very small amount.

Oh, and the rubbish removal man has not turned up. Bastard.