Busy, busy, busy
Task 1 (mowing the lawn) is complete, albeit interrupted by Mandy who wanted a natter. She was very upset by my tale of the collapsing washing line.
“But I use that!”
“Do you?”
“Um. Yes. When you’re not using it.”
We chatted about this and that (she brought me up to date with the street’s gossip - there’s nothing that happens here without Sandy’s knowledge) and I moaned again about not being too keen on gardening.
The lawn done, I was busy with task 3 (having left the correspondence for this evening) when the doorbell rang. It was Sick, offering to take care of my lawn duties for a ‘few pennies’. Suits me.
“It’s a nice day today. Do you need any bushes trimmed?”
“Um. I suppose so. I’ve just got some work …”
“Right, I’ll change my shoes and will be with you then.”
I must admit it’s looking a lot tidier now
Well, that was productive. Sick really does get a worrying amount of glee from wielding his secateurs! I do wish I’d thought to put on a long-sleeved top before tackling those nettles, though. Ouchy ouch.
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suzy snow says:
Added on September 22nd, 2005 at 4:48 amGardening is an awful lot of work isn’t it? I always hated how much time it took and that there was no choice but to look after things when I had other things I would much rather be doing. We never had anyone offer to help us though. You should consider yourself lucky! ;o)