On the 28th May 2009 I got another year older. It comes to us all in the end, but this year there was something different, I couldn”t quite put my finger on it but then it hit me, I feel older. I don”t quite know why, maybe because last year I was partying in Thailand (A Long Story), maybe because I see my little sister with two children, maybe just because I am, but it did hit me. Now don”t worry I am not about to go all circumspect and start analysing my life, I”ll leave that for the book you can all “Pay For”, but it did make me think. It made me think what I should do to celebrate.
Well, I am not a big Birthday person, it”s just another day as far as I am concerned, but I decided to do something relaxing so I booked the Thursday & Friday off work which gave me a long weekend. Thursday I met up with “a friend” for lunch and then Thursday night met up with some of the lads for a good drinking session. This is where I was reminded that I am not 21 as after 4 or 5 drinks all I could think about was bed. The guy”s all had work the following day and had to drive so they all had to ensure they were safe, so we ended up grabbing some dinner and then heading for home. It was a good night and it was great to see them all, but we have committed to a “good drink” in the near future as we all realised that we were how do you say it “Maturing”, we will leave it at that.
Friday morning I went on a little shopping trip and treated myself to a few items, more about that later. Friday evening I met up with Dad and we went for a mini pub crawl around Basingstoke. We put the world to rights as normal and complained about the tax man, and the worked out what we would do “WHEN” we win the lottery.
Saturday and Sunday after I decided that I had spent enough time prevaricating about what I was going to do with the Garden I set to work tackling what has affectionally become known as the Jungle.
I decided that everything was to far gone to just trim and tidy up, plus the fences all need renewing and everybody that had looked was quoting silly prices, I guess because everything was such a mess. I started out trimming the bushes and hedges with the trusty flymo hedge trimmer but after an hour or so realised I wasn”t getting any where fast. Action was needed! That could only mean one thing! Power Tools!. So I headed for the local suicide store and picked myself up something that I knew would get the job done, A CHAIN SAW. Well, it didn”t let me down. It made quick work of everything it came into contact with and by the end of the weekend I felt that I had made good progress. I had to medium piles of cuttings and then realised that I needed to figure out how I was going to get rid of the stuff. At this point there really wasn”t any turning back and I needed to get my serious hat on, and decided on a skip. I started to try and break down the piles I had created, but I am just not used to this physical work and was to tired so called it a day.
I met up with Mum and Dad and after they had seen what I had done and I explained the plans the graciously volunteered to help out this Saturday. Both insisted on a early start, which generally isn”t in my nature, but I was grateful of the offer and accepted. Monday morning I ordered the skip and Thursday morning it was delivered.
Now I warned you I was getting old and this I think is a prime example of old age. I am now getting exited by buying power tools, chopping down hedges, and hiring skips.
