One cold-chisel, one hammer, two hours, Johnny Cash Live at San Quentin in the background, and the strength of ten because my heart is pure … or something like that.

End result is two very sore hands; one aching from holding the hammer, the other aching from being hit by the hammer, not once, but several times, and a water meter free of its illegal concrete embrace. South East Water can now come and replace the damn thing at their convenience. Now if only I could get hold of the concreter who did this in the first place….