A day of Charlie Dimmock moobage and foliage deforestation be the order of the day.
Alas, herbacious borders being as high as a house, the trimming of tall timbers results in concussive cranial cloutage of much ouchability.
And once the felling of firewood is complete, manageable chunkment must ensue, for the disposing and drying out thereof.
And, naturally, them sawteeth loves the taste of Xymflesh, and bit me most severely. It's M.Night Shitearse all over again - The Happening has begun! Nature farts back!
Oh well, all done and dusty. Now for a relax in front of the telly.
Dammit! Now I've missed F1 and Columbo :(
Battered, bloody, bruised and bescratched, with added disappointment of televisual entertainment.
That's it - I'm off for a shower (expecting to slip on the soap and drown) then sort out a salady tea (expect to slice me fingers as I slice me cucumber)
Who'd be me, eh!
