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Aug. 2nd, 2006 11:19 pmWank? What wank? THERE IS NO SPOON WANK!
So for the past two days I've been working for my Mum with her gardening business. We were... well, clearing out a garden of a student lodging is the best term. So dry, full of rubble and crap and oh my god. Students living in residence for six years = DEAD GARDEN.
We had to dismember a collapsed, rotting shed with its base half-buried in solid earth, which was oddly satisfying, as was tearing out ivy by the roots. Attempting to level out the earth was interesting, given that we found a fossilised saw and hand-fork under there. Also, there was this, er, tree. First we dismembered it, and the branches covered the entire lawn, then cut the rest down. Well, cut some of the way, pulled the rest. I restate that this was me and my mother alone. I think the butch, manly window-washers felt entirely emasculated by me casually carrying out an entire tree while they wandered about with tea and maybe a bucket. Ha!
Most empowering. Muscles that I swear I didn't have two days ago are aching, and I have scratches all up my arms from branches, thorns and sharp bricks. (No, really.) And I feel good.
So for the past two days I've been working for my Mum with her gardening business. We were... well, clearing out a garden of a student lodging is the best term. So dry, full of rubble and crap and oh my god. Students living in residence for six years = DEAD GARDEN.
We had to dismember a collapsed, rotting shed with its base half-buried in solid earth, which was oddly satisfying, as was tearing out ivy by the roots. Attempting to level out the earth was interesting, given that we found a fossilised saw and hand-fork under there. Also, there was this, er, tree. First we dismembered it, and the branches covered the entire lawn, then cut the rest down. Well, cut some of the way, pulled the rest. I restate that this was me and my mother alone. I think the butch, manly window-washers felt entirely emasculated by me casually carrying out an entire tree while they wandered about with tea and maybe a bucket. Ha!
Most empowering. Muscles that I swear I didn't have two days ago are aching, and I have scratches all up my arms from branches, thorns and sharp bricks. (No, really.) And I feel good.
