And another day of manual labour and only two breakages

Spent almost all my time today on cutting the grass. First with the strimmer. Until I broke it.

Then with the mower set for long grass. Several times. Then on the shorter grass setting, again twice.

It's an even bigger builder's bag full of cuttings today. And that doesn't include the tree branches and brambles that each have their own pile.

At least now there is a reasonably safe area of garden for little boys. We've used the rubbish bags to stop entry into the far end where the real horror begins.

As well as the tiny shed at the end there's also a barbecue area complete with old barbecue and heater, and a bar - as in cocktail - with stools and assorted bar stuff. As for the garage, well, that's an entire world of its own. Today as well as a deep fat fryer, I noticed several old LPs, a couple of speakers, three fire surrounds and a deep freeze full of porn. (I didn't look in that: Husband and Younger Son told me.)

They've been working in the house for a good many days;  I've only been working there two. But today I took with me: toilet paper, soap, towel, kettle, tea bags etc. You know, the sort of things that are vital for a day's work but that men seem to do without.

P.S. And Husband broke the electric screwdriver.