Out for lunch but didn’t go far as the weather wasn’t very conducive to a country drive. Nice food and, no great surprise, up a tad in price again.
Anyhoo,
got home, looked out the back and was saddened to see that a slice of strong wind Pia had wreaked havoc in the back garden. Oh my, wot a rotten birthday present.
Wot to do. Wot I did was hold an in depth health and
safety and risk assessment meeting in ma heed, checked my will to ensure it was up to date and sallied forth to attempt to fix the shambles.
This went a lot smoother than anticipated and in no time at all, all was
fixed and the empty bucket that’d blown across the garden was retrieved and placed safely back, upside down, behind the garden shed and I was back inside, breathing deep sighs of relief swaddled in the cloistered safety
of the sofa reflecting on the dangers I’d faced in a risk to life storm{?} for sake of an empty bucket...
Quote; Tamera Alexander.
“But he'd learned long ago that a life lived without risks pretty much wasn't worth living. Life rewarded courage, even when that first step was taken neck-deep in fear.”
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