I spared you the details of my illness yesterday (sort of) but needless to say I couldn't make it to work. Today, however, I was keen and chirpy.
This weeks work is erecting the concrete pillars. The skilled worker prepares the foundations for the pillars and Guy and I mix the cement and pass it to him. It's repetitive work but it's far less strenuous then shoveling so feels like a breeze by comparison. Often the children will come and help us in their lunch break, forming a sort of production line passing the large bowls full of cement back and forth.
The evening was fairly standard - Guy and I wandered into the village. He had some beers, I had a fanta. The power went out at 6pm (or so) and we all went to bed early. All in all it was a good - albeit a noneventful - sort of day.