The telegraph pole man came very early yesterday morning; I think it was 7.15 am, and hardly light.
Due to the weather and 'sogginess' of the ground, he decided not to change the intended pole, but to change another one instead. I suppose there's some logic in there somewhere.
Anyway, we now have a new pole in a different spot, and the hens were entertained for an hour or so.
I asked when he would be changing the one he'd come to change; he just shrugged his shoulders and said 'some time in the future'. I do like a man who gives precise answers.
The resulting mess kept me busy for almost the whole day.