Feeling Knackered

This setting up a new home business is tiring, but thankfully, although it has meant feeling drained of energy, doing so is almost finished.

Of late, I’ve been staining the fence.

“That’s not hard!” I hear you say, and if I was 20 years younger, I would say exactly the same thing.  But I’m not 20 years younger, and the physical exertion it takes to paint those naked pine pailings, rails and posts have left me feeling like my arms are constantly carrying around 20 kilo (44 lb) weights.
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The Finished Taj Ma Mail

Finally yesterday I finished our letterbox.  Having waited two weeks for the rain to stop and the Taj Ma Mail to dry out just so I could paint it, I then had to wait for the rain to ease off again before glueing on our house number.

And the end result?
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Is it Greener on the Other Side?

Dean and I think it couldn’t possibly be greener anywhere else.

Especially when we have this in our own back yard.

Our Lawn – just three weeks old

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Making Progress

Though far from finished, this past week has seen Dean and I tackle our front garden.

Kevin the ‘Brickie’ called out from where he was working across the street:

“Would you like me to build you a letterbox?”  

After some careful thought, and a little negotiation, we said yes to a rendered letterbox with a surrounding planter box.  I wasn’t home at the time of construction.  This was a big thing for me.  It has always been my job to keep my finger(s) on the pulse, so to speak.  But I needn’t have worried.
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Landscaping Our Dream

The Results of Three Weeks Hard Labour

We could have allowed our builder to do our landscaping, but we decided we would do it ourselves.  There have been a few days when perhaps we thought it would have been much easier to let the builder do it (or more accurately, pay our builder to do it), but we have been having a lot of fun, albeit, at times its back-breaking work.

Mind you, Dean is doing all the hard work, I’m just the site supervisor/lackey.  “Clare, I’m thirsty”  “Clare, come hither!”  “Clare, come and hold this.”  “Clare!  Clare!  Claaarrreee!”

I’m very confident all the workmen around here know my name now.
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