got a long spar I was saving and a short one for spare so i might have enough to finish the carport which is what i was saying to the guy up the road who was chopping wood and might take me out when he goes wood hooking for the old man down the road who is out of firewood already but this guy has to go and look after his new missus who hit a wombat and crashed her car in the valleys somewhere and was unconscious for hours before anyone stopped to find her there down in the gully in the dead of night so the story goes as i relate it to you and have my afternoon tea and go out in a minute to strip bark and cut the spars i got and fit them together