As John had arrived only the Friday before, and was still getting the house 'opened up' for the summer, I borrowed John B's strimmer and we set to work on the garden.
Having done that, we then got out the big boy's toy and did a supply of logs for the fire.
Remarkably, we finished both jobs without either of us bleeding. That probably means we didn't do it properly. Mind you, with a chainsaw I don't think you just bleed, I think you end up with a Long John Silver wooden leg.
Hmmm. I miss that.
ReplyDeleteSo, this is what retirement and the ex-pat life looks like?
ReplyDeleteAt first glance I'd say that it beats wage-slavery; unmitigated-Scotland and my own sub-retirement age (the flush of youth gone and the onset of every physical ache and pain, together with the knowledge that I have another 20+ yrs to work...)...
Mind you it does occur to me that when the logs have to be chopped here I moan like mad...and when the garden needs doing I 'get a man in' to do it for me...
Looks great. Sooooooooooooo wish I could be there too.
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