I have a very simple schedule.
And that is pronounced “shed-yule” NOT “sked-yule” [fucking Americans!]
Anyhows I have a day-on, day-off rota.
On a day-on, I tackle all the jobs around the estate that are too heavy even for Herself.
This usually means attacking the brambles that thrive in this place. It’s no exaggeration to say that they can grow to a height of twenty or more feet above the ground if they can find a sympathetic tree to climb. The hedgerows are thick with brambles and it they aren’t kept in check they would take over the house as well [a bit like Herself, really?].
On my day off, I rest from my exertions and spend the day trying to stick on the strips of skin that have been torn off, or removing gigantic thorns from awkward places.
Yesterday was my day-on. I managed to clear a large corner of one of the fields that had been completely overgrown.
I ended up knackered and almost bloodless.
Today was to be my day-off, but things cropped up and I had to make an unexpected trip to the other end of the country [or it felt like that anyway].
So I haven’t had a chance to patch up the torn skin or revitalise the blood supply.
So do I do that tomorrow?
Or am I back to a day-on again?
I hate decisions.