I know how you feel, bit like that myself tonight. Last Friday I had a day off work and was at home in the garden enjoying some sunshine and tidying. On the wind I hear a mid size 2 stroke...hmm..is that a saw? i think. I carry on with my work. The noise continues. I continue to wander....and try to work out what might be coming down. Then I here the unmistakable sound of a chipper. Its a tree service at work. I finish up and walk down the street folloeing the noise and soon see a guy at work in a rear garden, up top of a large tree. get to the front of the house to see the lorry and chipper and a pile of.....oh, its Eucalyptus, about to go in. That's not bad actually...hard wood I'd not get given i suspect and euc, although wet and pithy, is a change from pine and smells nice. I await the return of the groundy who i guess is coming as I see leaves/branches approaching. 'Would you like somewhere to dump what isn't going through the chipper?' i say. it turns out the tree is just getting a prune and no logs, but 'Take a flyer and give us a call' says the groundy, passing me a flyer he grabs from the cab, 'we'll have some logs for you next week, we are felling a few trees round here.' Great. So Monday I text and remind him, got a 'Yep will definitely have some for you this week'. Fab.
So here we are, Friday night. Zip. Nada, Zilch. Not a twig. oh well.