Life is too short Col, for uncomfortable underwear. Yes, I'm going back to basics and I am done with putting up with uncomfortable undies because they're not ready to be thrown out yet (aka not worn out,) or they are allegedly sexy or for whatever reason, warm in the winter, cool in the summer etc. etc. etc. Let's face it, if your nether regions are uncomfortable then the rest of you is uncomfortable, right? It's exactly the same with painful shoes, your whole body is out of sorts when you wear uncomfortable / painful shoes. So, no more, I need cotton and I need comfort, end of. I feel liberated.
I've taken leave and have had a lovely long weekend and the weather has been glorious, it's 24 degrees today. Today being Monday and my last day off work so I thought I would make the most of the time and the weather. I went out for a coffee first thing and read some ore of my "depressing" book, (it is however starting to give me pointers on how to turn things around, i.e. flossing.)
I got home and cut the back garden grass, very hard going, first cut of the season and searing heat so took an hour. Followed this by a further two hours of gardening, I say "gardening" but it was basically hacking and chopping away at bramble. I'm ripped to shreds, felt light headed several times but in the end, filled 10 garden sacks with grass and thorns.
I followed the slasher fest with ironing then hovering, a solid day of hard work. I'm exhausted and my body is complaining, but a bit of manual labour does a body good right?
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