Another day. Found our bedsheets in tatters. Rough night? Rushed out to buy a new set and put them on the bed. Cold wind today blowing right through my light-ish jacket. Soon be wearing the heavy duty stuff as the winter moves in. More work in the garden as we re-think what we have to do in our old-age. Ripped out the rest of the thick hedges. Hooray, no more grunting and stretching to trim them any more. (Not to mention the pulled back muscles wielding the electric hedge trimmer like some sort of Star Wars light sabre.)
snippet from It Passes for my Life
It Passes for my Life