Moving stones, what fun!

Well. My dad decided it was a good idea for us to redo the garden, what with mum not being well and me having important exams soon. So today, two ton of stone arrived in the front garden. And it needs transporting to the back garden. So James and I got tasked with doing it. We have moved quite a few now. Hard work though. And James was pretty useless, so I wound up doing most of it. He kept dropping them on the grass at the front, instead of into the wheelbarrow, and of course he then couldn't pick them up. Argh! It's so annoying. I'm a lot stronger than him, so I wind up doing most of the hard work. Humph.