“I’m so pleased you’ve been helping with the gardening” said Mrs RM, mistaking weary compliance for enthusiasm.
I retired so I could walk aimlessly and mysteriously end up at the pub, NOT spend 2 days sawing up and putting wood into a skip.
Actually, TWO skips were filled, though I’ve rescued the match ball from a Wednesday v Birmingham game, possibly the result of a typically cultured Ian Clarkson clearance.
Paul Bailey has been writing about his own joyous experience with “tendrils and clematis”, whose second album on 4AD is a joy, but if Paul was on Twitter he’d have more inspiration from medicman.
To be fair, filling up skips with wood, branches and discarded children’s toys is mildly therapeutic, and I felt we deserved the beers and Chinese takeaway afterwards.
Chinese from Sang Lung, sadly I forgot the Thursday Special.
Strong beer from Torrside chosen by Mrs RM for the label (top) and Simple Things. Sometimes, only a 9% odd imperial stout and greasy takeaway will do.
Don’t judge me. I hurt.