Apparently today is Naked Gardening Day. Really? Even if you have a non-exposed garden you would certainly have an exposed body to prickles, insects, thorns and a million other things that can get you in a garden. I don't know what the weather is like elsewhere but where I live it is fairly cool with black clouds overhead threatening rain. I don't like gardening at the best of times and certainly not naked today. Nudity is great but why would anyone in their right mind want to do the gardening in such a state?
Yesterday I had to go and buy another machine to powerwash the courtyard as the other one was kaput. It took me 2 hours to figure out how to put it together and another 4 hours powerwashing. I can't seem to do the job without covering myself in water and dirt so I had donned my golfing waterproof trousers and jacket and wellington boots. I still ended up with dirt all over my face and in my hair but that wasn't the worst of my problems.
Living on your own means that there is no-one to call on for assistance, which I needed yesterday. My big mistake had been putting on wellington boots without socks so that when I came to take them off it was impossible. I tried everything but they were stuck fast. I would have to ask a neighbour. No-one was at home. I walked over to the farm. No-body around. I sat on the step and contemplated my options, all the time trying to remove the boots, which I was now talking to. While I entered the realms of despair of living in wellington boots forever, two young men appeared from out of nowhere. The only strangers who come to our village are Jehovah's witnesses and they come regularly. For once I would welcome them, even take their leaflet, if they will only help me get out of these boots.
I smiled graciously, explained my problem and waited. They looked slightly discombobulated at first but then their faces lit up. Of course they were on God's mission and they had been sent to save me so with a will and a way they managed to rescue me. I took their leaflet, promised to read it, thanked them profusely and sent them on their way, happy that they had achieved something for once. I put the leaflet in the bin and made a cup of tea.
Yesterday I had to go and buy another machine to powerwash the courtyard as the other one was kaput. It took me 2 hours to figure out how to put it together and another 4 hours powerwashing. I can't seem to do the job without covering myself in water and dirt so I had donned my golfing waterproof trousers and jacket and wellington boots. I still ended up with dirt all over my face and in my hair but that wasn't the worst of my problems.
Living on your own means that there is no-one to call on for assistance, which I needed yesterday. My big mistake had been putting on wellington boots without socks so that when I came to take them off it was impossible. I tried everything but they were stuck fast. I would have to ask a neighbour. No-one was at home. I walked over to the farm. No-body around. I sat on the step and contemplated my options, all the time trying to remove the boots, which I was now talking to. While I entered the realms of despair of living in wellington boots forever, two young men appeared from out of nowhere. The only strangers who come to our village are Jehovah's witnesses and they come regularly. For once I would welcome them, even take their leaflet, if they will only help me get out of these boots.
I smiled graciously, explained my problem and waited. They looked slightly discombobulated at first but then their faces lit up. Of course they were on God's mission and they had been sent to save me so with a will and a way they managed to rescue me. I took their leaflet, promised to read it, thanked them profusely and sent them on their way, happy that they had achieved something for once. I put the leaflet in the bin and made a cup of tea.
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