This weekend we had our local bonfire. The social club that organises a few events locally has seconded me (reluctantly on my part) to set up a bonfire for the past three years. The general deal has been that I go out and cut wood in my own time, with my own equipment, using my own fuel in the suby to traipse out to various farms, my own fuel and oil in my own saws and get covered in sweat, dust, dirt, mud, grime, woodchips and getting stung by bees and wasps, bitten by ants, scorpions, snakes and attacked by drop bears, but after all that and getting to keep all the stuff needed for the bonfire at my house for however many months, then getting to spend 10 hours of my time transporting it down to the site and constructing the bonfire by hand, including spending my own money on 20L of diesel that I put in cardboard cartons within the structure to help it all go up, I get to light the b@stard and watch it burn to the ground.
This year, the committee of this social club decided that the immediate past president should be invited to light it. This past president (female, of course) has never lifted a finger to do anything useful, and nobody on that committee bothered to ask me if this was okay. And I was informed of this decision the night before the event.
Here are the progress pics. 14 trailer loads in all.
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This is the last one I'm preparing. Am I being unreasonable?