How many workers needed?

While walking through Cleobury Mortimer on Sunday, March 9, I was reminded of the many jokes about how many different types of people it can take to change a light bulb.

A team had been assembled to trim the branches of the cleverly interlaced branches of the trees which grace the main street.

This "team" consisted of one man on top of a ladder with a pair of what appeared to be garden secateurs, carefully trimming the branches.

Leaning against/supporting the ladder was a woman.

A yard or so away from this hive of activity stood four men, all wearing high visibility jackets and protective headgear busily discussing some matter of huge importance (not the state of the trees, I would imagine).

Fifteen yards further away was to be found a further group of five men, each wearing high visibility jackets and protective headgear. These five, who were sitting on the doorstep to a shop, were variously smoking cigarettes and drinking tea.

Now, maybe I just happened to pass them while they were taking a well-earned break from their arduous labour. Or not.

And all, I presume, at treble time.

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