Another call. But not Paddy Mac this time. It’s the council.

Says that a digger’s already heading this way from the far side of the valley. And the van with their enforcement-officer is on its way, right now. Should be here in a matter of minutes. Half hour tops.

Time’s up.

I told them I haven’t finished, but they said that’s too bad – that’s my problem, not theirs. If I’m still here when they arrive, they say, they’ll do me for trespass. Or assault, if I try to get in their way.

This is madness! I don’t have a hope in hell of getting it all done in time – I haven’t even started on the library yet! Better get back to packing things up, as fast I can, in whatever little time I have left.