I am So happy!!!
Just this morning, I made my daily pilgrimage, out of this room. Through the kitchen. Into the store room. Through That ~ ye legs getting tired yet? And Finally reached the Big Room, which is even more full of shit than I am. And in which I'd resigned myself to doing my grows. I could go and measure the distance. But, let's be serious.
Anyway, it's up a step. Through two doors (Another step, thinking about it) And, it just happens to be as near to my gate as it gets. The window's bare feet from it. And I'd have to vent 'through' that window. Lovely. Just imagine a Gard turning up. Me standing there, chatting to him through the gate. Fixed, rictus grin. Arsehole going like an iron lung on turbo. That was to be my life. Saw no option.
I think it was my ruminating about pumps, this morning. Gweezy, again. Have to drain my box every week? Great. Every week. Making that trek. Lugging a big bucket of old water all the way out to the kitchen. Humping a full fresh one, all the way back. Dogs under my feet, all the way. What's a man to do?
Got my pie out the freezer, in there. Wandered back in here. Amazon. Water Pumps. Drill driven one? That'll do me. Eleven quid. Got a few drills in my 'Tool Room'. That's a small room, adjoining my kitchen. Not sure why I went in there. But I did.
And I'm stood there. Considering my tumble drier. Hollow laughter ringing in my head, as I consider Ever using That damn thing again. Then, I spotted the two, SS Fermentation bins it stands on (I used to do Home Brew. Dry now) I reminded myself, for the millionth time; 'I Must sell all that stuff. Get the space back. Chuck that bloody tumble drier out the big room. Make some room, next to the window I vented the drier fro ..... O M F G!!! ' And the scales were lifted from mine eyes!!!
Grabbed a tape. Yes .... Yes .... Yes!!! Shift this. Chuck that. My bloody tent will slot right in there!!! And it can vent out the window, right there beside it. AND that side of the cottage is shielded by a massive, wild and bramble strewn hedge. Christ, even I have a hell of a time getting round there, from this side!
Barely ten steps from the sink and tap!
How Happy Am I???
Gentlemen; Do we like piccies, on here?
Just this morning, I made my daily pilgrimage, out of this room. Through the kitchen. Into the store room. Through That ~ ye legs getting tired yet? And Finally reached the Big Room, which is even more full of shit than I am. And in which I'd resigned myself to doing my grows. I could go and measure the distance. But, let's be serious.
Anyway, it's up a step. Through two doors (Another step, thinking about it) And, it just happens to be as near to my gate as it gets. The window's bare feet from it. And I'd have to vent 'through' that window. Lovely. Just imagine a Gard turning up. Me standing there, chatting to him through the gate. Fixed, rictus grin. Arsehole going like an iron lung on turbo. That was to be my life. Saw no option.
I think it was my ruminating about pumps, this morning. Gweezy, again. Have to drain my box every week? Great. Every week. Making that trek. Lugging a big bucket of old water all the way out to the kitchen. Humping a full fresh one, all the way back. Dogs under my feet, all the way. What's a man to do?
Got my pie out the freezer, in there. Wandered back in here. Amazon. Water Pumps. Drill driven one? That'll do me. Eleven quid. Got a few drills in my 'Tool Room'. That's a small room, adjoining my kitchen. Not sure why I went in there. But I did.
And I'm stood there. Considering my tumble drier. Hollow laughter ringing in my head, as I consider Ever using That damn thing again. Then, I spotted the two, SS Fermentation bins it stands on (I used to do Home Brew. Dry now) I reminded myself, for the millionth time; 'I Must sell all that stuff. Get the space back. Chuck that bloody tumble drier out the big room. Make some room, next to the window I vented the drier fro ..... O M F G!!! ' And the scales were lifted from mine eyes!!!
Grabbed a tape. Yes .... Yes .... Yes!!! Shift this. Chuck that. My bloody tent will slot right in there!!! And it can vent out the window, right there beside it. AND that side of the cottage is shielded by a massive, wild and bramble strewn hedge. Christ, even I have a hell of a time getting round there, from this side!
Barely ten steps from the sink and tap!
How Happy Am I???
Gentlemen; Do we like piccies, on here?
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