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So today I have learn two very important things.
1). Gardening or anything to do with, is not my thing
and 2). Wheelbarrows are dangerous!!!
I'll explain so you don't all think I'm totally crazy.
I went with my parents to what was my grandpa's house before he died (we're now selling it as Joan - my "step-grandma" - has moved out) to help them just tidy up the garden a bit, as things like the grass would need cutting. After getting up at 6am I was already less enthusiastic over going. Got there and the grass stands at about a foot high and the garden is fucking huge (biggest garden in the area, oh joy!) so you know its gonna take a while to get it done. Mum starts cutting backa bsh out front as dad starts on the grass. For the first two passes of the whole lawn he doesn't bother using the bucket thing on the back of the mower as it would fill up too quickly (which we were expecting thus we brought a spring rake). After helping mum out front for a bit I then go round back to start raking cut grass. Seriously after two hours I was barely half way down the garden. As the weather forcast was "overcast" for today apparently I'm there in a T-shirt, old trousers and a hoodie. The hoodie was taken off within half an hour as the sun came out.... I do not mix well with the sun. I have pale skin and it has a nasty tendancy of burning very quickly, and here's me without any sun block. After four hours - yes four!!!! - of raking grass and a little bit of trimming bushes at the end (dad was making the final cut on the grass with the bucket on thank you!!!) we were done for the day. I had to keep retreating into the house or linger in the shade by the compost heap quite often and that is the only reason I am not sun burnt. My left arm is quite pink though.... so that may end up pealling all the same.
And wheel barrows!!! I was using one to cart the raked grass from the lawn to the compost heap at the bottom of the garden and all was going well with it. I didn't turn it over once (which says something with the amount of grass in the way) or mis-steer it anywhere etc. Then once while emptying it, somehwere around the time I had 1/3 the garden raked, my foot slipped as I was pushing the thing further to the back to empty it and now I'm missing skin from my shin and had a massive swollen lump from where I grazed the skin really deeply. Some hours later and it still hurts but has thankfully stopped bleeding now: Still swollen though. Also there were some viscious blackberry brambles snaking across the grass. I thin the longest stalk stretched about four meters across the lawn... and I tripped on it several times before we managed to get rid of it. So I have weird scratches on the back of my left leg near the ankle, which look as if I've been attacked by a cat. Oh!!! there was a cat in the garden next door and it was a Hitler cat. Was black and white with a white face, black ears and a black "moustache" just like Hitler. Was damn funny.
Well anyway, lesson learnt: I do not mix with gardening! I'll be quite happy with a place without a garden and the only plants I'll have will be fake so then I don't even have to remember to water them. Cleaning I can do. Cleaning I'm not bothered by and can do quite well when I get around to it. But gardening is definately not for me.
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