"Hello, it's Sof, yes, I broke my leg on the way home yesterday; it just kind of fell off. Yes, weird, huh? Anyway, I don't think I'll be able to work for you anymore, yes, uhhuh, ok, goodbye and all the best with the mud-digging!"

This was inspired by a morning spent in a hole filled with mud and sewer water (modern, I may add with much certainty), trying to shift the mud, which was clearly a lost cause to begin with. My feet have been marinated in sewer water - squelching in my shoes - all day. I'm convinced I'll get some horrible disease and will shortly be suffering a painful death.

While in spirit I am fed up on the first proper day of our proper excavation, I'm not actually feeling too tired or sore or stiff today anymore. Maybe it's true what they say. Maybe you do get used to this kind of things...

before & after