

Asked Grumpy what todays job would be. I'll paint the gates, he said. About time too, the previous owner made a complete mess of it, green and rust


We both walked down the drive (230 ish metres) to sand them down. I walked back up, did the prep for dinner, walked back down with a beer for him (well, the sun was out, it was after 1.00pm)

Walked back down with another beer and had the idea I should do something, apart from watching him

Grumpy wanted a stool to sit on, so went back up the drive, got him a stool.
Then he wanted another beer, so walked back up and got him one. Me too


Wandered around the field and got eight very big stones, to go by the gate, for another plant. One or two at a time, they were rather large

Decided I needed another beer, off I went, back up the track

How many up and downs is that?

Then decided that as I could see lots of dry twigs, I'll gather them up, to use to light the fire.
Off I go, up the track, to get the wheelbarrow.
Wandered around the field, picking up lots of wood. Took the wheelbarrow and wood back up the track. Put the wood in the wood store.
Walked back down with another beer each.
Pointed out the bits he'd missed and got my head snapped off


Walked back up, with the bucket full of stuff he'd taken down. He left the stool down there for tomorrow.
And now I wander why my knees, legs, back and hips ache.
