RJ Brudenell (azoth) wrote,
RJ Brudenell

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And did those feet...

Since yesterday my Mum and I have been cutting, weeding and hacking at my Gran's garden. It's been a complete nightmare. I mean, two days. That's gotta be a pretty big garden, right? Damn right:


It's fuggin' huge! I look at it now and can't believe how much work we've actually done. The scary thought is that it'll have grown again in a few weeks. Grrreat!

I got home just in time to find the grey cat 'playing' with a baby bird. I just got there in time to watch it squawk it's dying breath. Which is always nice:


Nature. It's great stuff indeed.

Arse. My nose is sun burnt. I look like a clown.

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