This week I have been mostly filling a skip with lots of rubbish. It has been eventful as wheelbarrows and I apparently don't get on. I thought it would be a simple exercise of pushing one’s barrow up a plank of wood and depositing one’s load in skip. But no, it involved me pushing the barrow off the plank and onto my foot which in turn lead to me blurting out some rather loud exotic words on a Sunday. What made matters worse was the fact I live directly across the road from a Parish Church and I'm pretty sure the parishioners learnt some new words. I do enjoy a bit of DIY but I don't actually think that it enjoys me. I always like the element of proving myself like a caveman used to do when making fire or hunting a dinosaur. I don't think I would have lasted long! Why am I putting myself through this torture? Well for my children obviously. They want a putting green in the back garden, yes I know, a putting green. It's unbelievable their demands and they want a chipping area as well. I think we all know it's for me but don't tell the wife. So I am going to be moving 20 tonnes of hardcore in the next few weeks, I will take photos to document my body's deterioration and report back to you. If any of you have a mini digger then please get in touch, no seriously get in touch!
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