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I just had to power wash the courtyard.  At the end of winter it is green and black and only power washing will get rid of it but I get in such a mess.  Even though I wear wellies, lightweight walking trousers and my son's waterproof Special Olympics coat, the water and muck gets in my hair, on my face and inside the wellies.  It is also backbreaking because the spray gun is too short to do the job without bending over.  I hate this job, put it off as long as possible and then spend hours getting it done.  It does look good when I have finished though.

We can ignore all the health experts and follow the great Trump's advice instead because he says he has the best brain in the history of the world.  Really?  Ok so we should all inject disinfectant into our lungs?  Did he really say that?  Yes he did.  Einstein must be turning in his grave. 

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