I’m Living Like A Retired Man

I’m between contracts at the moment, and living like a retired man.
I am a 35 year old living like a 61 year old retired man.

Today I did some pottering out the back, and started taking down the willow tree at the bottom of the garden. 

Kirstie is convinced that the roots will penetrate the sewer just next to it, as it is well on the way to running under the house and bringing that down too.

So here I am snipping away.  And Kirstie will see bringing it this far either as an achievement, or testament to a colossal waste of time.

She’ll either choose to see me as a virulent man who can harness nature, and can handle himself with basic forestry skills.

Or a loser with too much time… and secateurs… on his hands.

Can’t wait to also show her my “decorative bundle of willow” I’ve made for the living room.

NEEDLE RATING… 2.6 (idling)