It is disgraceful that a man of my age and position in society should have to not only man-handle these quarter ton blocks off the back of the trailer himself, but also get tired and dusty by actually shaping them by hand himself too, over the coming week. My birthday weekend has finished abruptly indeed.
When I transported this stone back from the quarry in Portland (about 80 miles), I ruined a pair of 2500 Kilo ratchet straps by not placing any barrier between them and the sharp edges of the blocks, so I had to buy a new pair. As you can see, when I brought the cut block back from the mason's yard, I diligently placed foam softening under the straps before cranking them up.
In the three miles between the sawyer and my workshop, the foam pads were cut right through, and the straps were cut half-way through. I am now having to buy another new pair. It's getting a bit expensive.
Looking on the positive side, my workshop - being in the countryside - also doubles up as my garden, and is packed with flora and fauna - something that H.I. is quite jealous about, being stuck in the town.
She doesn't have to deal with lumps of stone like this though, but try telling her that.