What goes around

I saw Mr Rooney, our eco-warrior builder, this afternoon. 

He has been ripping up the concrete near our side stairs for the past two mornings. 

It's great. We need the old concrete to be out of the way for the new stairs to be built and Mr Rooney needs the rubble for the Sisters of St Joseph. They need backfill. Mr Rooney is assisting them.

I hadn't realised that Mr Rooney removed more of the old concrete this morning. He said he dropped in while I was out doing the groceries.

Under the side stairs

He's a very fast worker, because I was only out for an hour or so. And the morning before while I was running a few errands, he was just as quick and left before I arrived home.

A bit of a Scarlet Pimpernel is our Mr Rooney.

(We seek him here, we seek him there,
Those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven?—Is he in hell?
That demmed, elusive Pimpernel)

So far, he's removed over a tonne of concrete rubble from our property and the nuns are just over the moon with their backfill (I'm making an assumption there).

I'm loving this reciprocal relationship we are having with the nuns. They give us their unwanted RSJs for our stair landing and we give them our unwanted rubble. 

Soon we'll be tweeting together. What are the chances?

p.s A big HELLO to dear sweet Alex! xx