Well, I canceled all my social engagements for the day. Now I'm free to grub about in the disaster that's my back yard. I've hacked back the fig from it's jaunt into my neighbour Junior's tidy yard. I've chopped down a young tree that showed up through bird poop, which was threatening to break my other neighbour's new fence if I didn't murder it soon. I've spent a few hours laying brick down over the cracked and weedy concrete and I feel sweaty and oh, so much better! Amazing!
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