Grab a chair, kick off your shoes, chill and chat.
Not expecting this much we had no idea what to say. The bungalow was at the end of a very narrow lane and the lane split at that point for access to two other properties each side. The driver had reversed up the lane to get as near as he could. There was no access onto the plot so we had to let him dump it there. It was about 4:00pm and the owners of the other four houses would start arriving home from work from about 5 onward so the two of us had to barrow it from the pile through a small gate to the bottom of the garden where it would be kept until needed. Thankfully the plot sloped down from the gate. We managed to reduce the pile that was blocking the lane enough that the returning neighbours could get past. A killer of a job for a man in his 70's and me of slight build. He pleaded ignorance that "a load" was a full six cubic yard tipper lorry.
... I ordered a lorry-load of topsoil to be delivered. Mentioned that I would prefer the heap to be tipped at the bottom of our plot, but I doubted that the steep, grassy chemin was dry enough. 'No problem' according to the young, gung-ho driver. He reversed down alright, but couldn't get back up, even with an empty lorry. After much wheel-spinning and slithering, his solution was to career off onto our neighbour's field, luckily en friche, and drive round in ever increasing circles until he shot off across her lawn onto the tarmacked chemin further round 
She was very understanding about it 
