As you know, nungate, I am the other way around; it doesn't bother me and the chats help give wee rests as such. Sometimes, I will switch to a repetitive task like drawing slates in, if they are whittling on. I can remember this old boy with a rich Cornish burr near Perranporth going on about how they had lost the plan to the graves and frequently were digging down and hitting old Great Uncle Joes and Cousin Jacks.... I was wetting myself with laughter - thank goodness the roof was tiled. Then there is always the stone work.