Got Wood

One cubic metre was delivered onto the middle of the drive.

This meant I had to park in husband#1's space. You would have thought the world had ended and I was instructed by child#4 to move it ASAP. While he watched, of course. He tried to carry one piece and declared it "too heavy" and gave up.

And then instead of being appreciative on his return, all husband#1 could do was comment on my stacking technique.