Manly Stuffs
I’ve been doing stuff in the garden and about the house. Yes, that’s right – of my own volition I have been going outside early in the morning and cutting branches, shifting boxes and tidying things. Shock. Horror.
I managed to chop back the minor rainforest guarding my garage, and did battle with the ivy tentacles ensnaring the door in their unremitting grasp. Eventually, after much sweating and cursing I prevailed, and lo the door was opened…
Bugger me what a mess
I pulled everything out of the garage the following weekend, and made the hard decision to chuck all of my old computer hardware. More Shock. More Horror. I threw it all in the garbage pile along with the fascinating polystyrene shapey bits that I’ve been hoarding against the day I miraculously wake up to find my Warhammer 40K army completely assembled and painted by an army of piskies, so I can build terrain out of it. I figure in the years it’s likely to take to assemble said army of tiny helpful mythical cornish beasties, I’m likely to have bought a fair bit more hardware, and so polysytrene will once again be plentiful.
So now I have a huge pile of rubbish in the carpot awaiting a hard rubbish collection, along with an old desk, a mouldy couch and a number of other less savoury items. The garage is repacked and orderly, now also containing everything non rubbishy that was filling the sunroom up, yet still leaving walkway space etc. I’m right proud of myself really, although any normal person would likely have done it ages ago. Ach well.
P.S. I’d like to point out that I did this all by my poor little self, as a certain person whom we’ll call…. Leon, for example, didn’t show ;p
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