Old shrubs and herbs ripped out of large containers. Old compost bagged up. Off to the tip shortly.
Quick caffeine hit first.
Best don the old Hernia Belt again. T'is an itchy bugger though.
Stop of at Pharma for more drugs. I've actually run out of one I need. Have such a big stock at home I really thought I had that one in stock.
Gotta arrange post for faulty outdoor cam return under warranty
Waiting for Amazon delivery for small clamps for model boat restoration.
Waiting for DPD for Fender Bass Amp delivery.
Might have a beer tonight in preparation for Most Excellent Friday
Re post title..... My father was a Greek Mythology nut. As kids, my sister and my bedtime stories consisted of tales of Greek Gods, Mythical Beasts, Monsters and best of all "stories of when he was a kid".... These were the scariest and most awe inspiring of all. Especially the one of when he and his pals came across a dead tramp that had hanged himself from a tree and one of them got kicked in the neck by the dead man's boots as he hung there. Also the one of when they ripped the neighbours little boy's behind to shreds by using the push along lawn mower as a chariot. He and his twin brother were the horses pulling on the T Bar. Unfortunately they pulled it the wrong way against the ratchet so the bladed cyclinder spun up, cutting the wee lad.
