Dyavagoodweekend?
One of the indicators I have of whether or not the weekend was good, is NOT a wheelie bin full of stubbies, but whether or not the workshop bin is full by rubbish day (Monday).
If it's got lots of curlie stuff and off-cuts and leftover things that I've cut up to make bits for something that isn't finished yet, then I know I've had a pretty good weekend. The fact that I need to look in my bin is in itself a sad reflection of where my life is at I guess.
Today, was even sadder.
The attached pic shows my bin.... One bit of 1mm offut from the toy boat steering gear, and TEN TONS OF PASPALUM!!!! :eek: :eek: :eek:
Once I didn't even notice weeds in lawn... I didn't actually have any lawn... NOW (and this is the most awful bit...) I actually seem to be ENJOYING digging them out!!!
Is this just part of the aging process, or do I need some sort of therapy??
If so, suggestions would be appreciated.
Yours truly,
P :D