I have just cut the grass.
Big deal, you all say.
Actually it was.
I hadn't cut it for a while and it didn't look too shabby so I was able to put it off on the reasonable grounds that I didn't feel like doing it.
It transpired that the grass was being really fucking sneaky and deceptive. What I though was fairly short grass was in fact quite long, and the clumps of what I thought was long grass was in fact the makings of a respectable savanna.
It's cut now, but there are times I thought I wouldn't make it. It took full throttle in first gear to get through some of those longer bits, and I haven't had to go to those extremes for a while.
Now I have to decide whether to rake the hay or not. If I leave it lie, it will damage the grass it's lying on, but if I rake it I will end up bolloxed. A tough choice.
And then I have one or two other small jobs to do.
Strim about two hundred feet of grass along the road frontage.
Cut back two hedges and try to reduce their height from around ten feet to around six feet.
Send about half a ton of cut branches and stuff through the muncher. They're in a pile outside the window at the moment and look messy.
Fell a couple of trees.
Hack back the brambles which are everywhere, and are especially dense in the places where I hacked them back last year.
Continue re-laying the front gravel which is now half weeded and re-laid and looks half decent.
There are times when the idea of living in an apartment doesn't seem so bad.