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I was going to carry on today, but other things demanded my attention, such as getting the first coat of paint on the walls of my front room, started at about 10am and was finished by 12:30pm. Needs another coat, but at least that ghastly dark red/burgundy has gone! Many thanks go to Jose for the paint.
After that, mainly because because I had my "manual labour clothes" on, I decided to finally hack away at the hedge in my back garden, it was 12 feet high, it is now 8 feet.
But I didn't stop there, no. I then got out my grass hacking device and slashed my lawn which hasn't been mown in over a year. At the same time did a bit of weeding and laid down some thick used motor oil (not much, only 1 cup on twenty or so weeds) on the particularly pernicious weeds.
So here I am, 4:30pm, had my bath, and ready to lie down for the rest of day.
- This post has 2 comments, the last was posted by ahdkaw on Sun 22 Oct 2006 at 8:37pm GMT
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I have had the lawn grow up over my ankles cause I got lazy about mowing. I hate the damn lawn
The neighbours around me don't give a shit about they're neighbourhood or neighbour relations. For example, one set of my neigbours choose to live by night and sleep by day, and why? Because the dad works nights... Wacky bastards. And then they have the gall to complain about noise during the day, yet when it's 3am on a Sunday (or whenever) they have no issues with making noise themselves, even though I could throw the law books at them for doing that.
For clarification, noise reduction is in effect, by law, from beyond 10pm. You cannot play loud music, pap your car horn, shout at your relatives, allow your dog to bark. These are instituted in law and have been since before my birth.
Also they have no respect as dog-owners; they choose not to ever walk their dog, instead just releasing it into the wild, where it gets into my garden, shits and pisses everywhere (which I don't really mind the shit, it's the piss that does the damage to the plants) and eventually gets out onto the main road, where because it has been molly-coddled all it's life knows nothing of the danger of roads. And they show fake concern when the dog does go missing, like it's anyones fault but their own.
Stop. Rant. Now.













