All I’ve done is a bit of gardening. But I feel as if I’d gone 12 rounds with Mike ‘Iron Man’ Tyson, when he was still really scary. It’s an indication of how unfit I am. Ah well… The allotment will be my gym over the next few weeks; no pain no gain, and all that bollocks.
The situation wasn’t helped by the old man lending me an incredibly heavy fork, which he admitted with a chuckle this afternoon was really meant for road building, not gardening. It reminds me of that story about the Roman legionaries being given double weight swords in training, so that in due course the real ones would feel light as sticks. Hmm.