The Lone Punman

I know I shouldn't laugh at my own jokes, but it's about the only thing I'm really good at…

Jen and I did a spot of landscape gardening today. Basically, we destroyed a rockery. We need a low-maintenance garden, and this particular rockery had reverted to unmowable grassland.

Unfortunately, the rockery contained some very large rocks. Fortunately, we had exactly the right tools for the job, in the shape of a hefty mattock to loosen the rocks from the surrounding soil, a trowel to excavate underneath, and a large, wooden fence-post to act as a lever.

Several rocks later, I was totally knackered, and I had developed a distinct twinge in my lower back…

Yes, my friends, I seem to have developed post-trowel-mattock stress disorder.

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Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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