More fencing

I'd done a lot of fencing after the storms the other week. One of the fencing jobs I'd done was for a retired man in his mid eighties. He was pleased with what I'd done and so he told his neighbours. They in turn had told a friend of theirs. That friend had a sister who was married to the brother of a lady whose son was going out with a girl whose mother I worked for today who needed a new fence too.
Put another way, word gets around.
This was a slightly unusual fencing job. The larch lap fence panels were bolted to angle iron posts. Over the years the bolts had become totally corroded. I had to cut them off with an angle grinder. The angle iron posts were still good and so I got new stainless steel nuts and bolts, (dipped them in Vaseline) and bolted the new panels in place. The next person who comes along shouldn't have the same problem as I had getting the bolts out. On a nice day it would have been a good job to do. But in the wind and rain it's miserable work, and today it was windy and raining. The best part of the job was the seeming unlimited supply of homemade cakes and tea. Some people are generous. This lady was one of them.