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Ever since my sister moved out just under a year ago, I've been constantly drafted into helping out at her house. Today we were digging to get the garden ready for the conservatry they're having put in. Me, my dad, my brother, my soon to be brother in law and his dad, and my sister.
And I'm definitely not cut out for manual labour. Boiling hot day, with the first hour wasted waiting for the skip to arrive, sitting in the garden looking at the 3 by 3 metre hole we had to dig. When it finally arrived, we spent the day digging rock hard clay. As some of you will know, clay is not spade friendly.
I spent most of the time running back and forth with one of the wheelbarrows, running up the skip ramp at full speed to get over the mountain of earth that was quickly building up. As soon as I took it back, the next one was full, and when I got that back, the first one would be full again. And so on and so on. When I wasn't running back and forth, I was trying to shift about a tonne of clay, soil and solid bricks (left over from the builders) to the other end of the skip so we could fit more in, or lifting flag stones back and forth, along with huge countryside wall type bricks, or attempting to dig the hole by shouting at it to dig itself, and hitting it with my spade. Got blisters on my hands, splinters in my fingers, my back is killing me and so are my arms and legs. The only time I got to rest was when everyone else stopped digging and the seemingly infinite flow of clay and soil stopped briefly. I'm a little girl when it comes to manual labour, and although I can do it, I certainly don't like it. Like many people here, I'm a geek. The most physical thing I should be doing is typing and moving a mouse around.
Bah, helping people move and sort out their gardens is the only physical thing I ever do which isn't fitness related. Well, other than arm wrestling... Now I've got to go clean my trainers, they're covered in crap (not literally) from standing in a skip all day.
And I'm definitely not cut out for manual labour. Boiling hot day, with the first hour wasted waiting for the skip to arrive, sitting in the garden looking at the 3 by 3 metre hole we had to dig. When it finally arrived, we spent the day digging rock hard clay. As some of you will know, clay is not spade friendly.
I spent most of the time running back and forth with one of the wheelbarrows, running up the skip ramp at full speed to get over the mountain of earth that was quickly building up. As soon as I took it back, the next one was full, and when I got that back, the first one would be full again. And so on and so on. When I wasn't running back and forth, I was trying to shift about a tonne of clay, soil and solid bricks (left over from the builders) to the other end of the skip so we could fit more in, or lifting flag stones back and forth, along with huge countryside wall type bricks, or attempting to dig the hole by shouting at it to dig itself, and hitting it with my spade. Got blisters on my hands, splinters in my fingers, my back is killing me and so are my arms and legs. The only time I got to rest was when everyone else stopped digging and the seemingly infinite flow of clay and soil stopped briefly. I'm a little girl when it comes to manual labour, and although I can do it, I certainly don't like it. Like many people here, I'm a geek. The most physical thing I should be doing is typing and moving a mouse around.
Bah, helping people move and sort out their gardens is the only physical thing I ever do which isn't fitness related. Well, other than arm wrestling... Now I've got to go clean my trainers, they're covered in crap (not literally) from standing in a skip all day.
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hmmm most geeks hate being called geeks. I'm proud of you. Admittance is the first step towards recovery.
However, next time, get her to do it herself the lazy so and so.
However, next time, get her to do it herself the lazy so and so.
I live in a bin, its not so bad when you get used to the smell.
Thank tourself lucky you don't live in a skip... :D
Ever since my sister moved out just under a year ago, I've been constantly drafted into helping out at her house. Today we were digging to get the garden ready for the conservatry they're having put in. Me, my dad, my brother, my soon to be brother in law and his dad, and my sister.
And I'm definitely not cut out for manual labour. Boiling hot day, with the first hour wasted waiting for the skip to arrive, sitting in the garden looking at the 3 by 3 metre hole we had to dig. When it finally arrived, we spent the day digging rock hard clay. As some of you will know, clay is not spade friendly.
I spent most of the time running back and forth with one of the wheelbarrows, running up the skip ramp at full speed to get over the mountain of earth that was quickly building up. As soon as I took it back, the next one was full, and when I got that back, the first one would be full again. And so on and so on. When I wasn't running back and forth, I was trying to shift about a tonne of clay, soil and solid bricks (left over from the builders) to the other end of the skip so we could fit more in, or lifting flag stones back and forth, along with huge countryside wall type bricks, or attempting to dig the hole by shouting at it to dig itself, and hitting it with my spade. Got blisters on my hands, splinters in my fingers, my back is killing me and so are my arms and legs. The only time I got to rest was when everyone else stopped digging and the seemingly infinite flow of clay and soil stopped briefly. I'm a little girl when it comes to manual labour, and although I can do it, I certainly don't like it. Like many people here, I'm a geek. The most physical thing I should be doing is typing and moving a mouse around.
Bah, helping people move and sort out their gardens is the only physical thing I ever do which isn't fitness related. Well, other than arm wrestling... Now I've got to go clean my trainers, they're covered in crap (not literally) from standing in a skip all day.
And I'm definitely not cut out for manual labour. Boiling hot day, with the first hour wasted waiting for the skip to arrive, sitting in the garden looking at the 3 by 3 metre hole we had to dig. When it finally arrived, we spent the day digging rock hard clay. As some of you will know, clay is not spade friendly.
I spent most of the time running back and forth with one of the wheelbarrows, running up the skip ramp at full speed to get over the mountain of earth that was quickly building up. As soon as I took it back, the next one was full, and when I got that back, the first one would be full again. And so on and so on. When I wasn't running back and forth, I was trying to shift about a tonne of clay, soil and solid bricks (left over from the builders) to the other end of the skip so we could fit more in, or lifting flag stones back and forth, along with huge countryside wall type bricks, or attempting to dig the hole by shouting at it to dig itself, and hitting it with my spade. Got blisters on my hands, splinters in my fingers, my back is killing me and so are my arms and legs. The only time I got to rest was when everyone else stopped digging and the seemingly infinite flow of clay and soil stopped briefly. I'm a little girl when it comes to manual labour, and although I can do it, I certainly don't like it. Like many people here, I'm a geek. The most physical thing I should be doing is typing and moving a mouse around.
Bah, helping people move and sort out their gardens is the only physical thing I ever do which isn't fitness related. Well, other than arm wrestling... Now I've got to go clean my trainers, they're covered in crap (not literally) from standing in a skip all day.
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