finally got my grass cut! Kinda. It was so long that I had to use the strimmer on it, but it's all done and having a walkman and shades on whilst doing it seems to be the best way to detert the prats who usually try to start a half hour conversation about how my 'mother would never have let it get in that state'. Yeah, well my mother didn't have a job that kept her out of the house 11 hours a day and then spend at least three hours per night working on business projects and devote her entire weekend to running after a sibling...

God I sound bitter!

Anyway - grass is cut. My shoulders are killing me right now and my fingres are still buzzing with that worrying feeling you get when you've been operating power tools for a long time.

Now I'm planning on taking the laptop outside and getting some writing done.

(and yes, I'm pointedly not calling my sister today and I'm not staying near the phone to wait for her to call)