All Work & No Play Makes Me A Dull Boy

There's something liberating about doing strenuous physical work. I'm sure there's people who would disagree (I'm thinking people who do it for a living), but to put your body through it's paces is a great feeling.

My problem is that my body only has one pace. Dead stop. So when I do try to do anything physical it grumbles and groans like an arthritic old man.. "I fought in the war, you know!"

So I was busy at the weekend scraping old masonry paint from old bricks and discovering a whole eco-system living behind the old paint. I'm sure there's a cure for some tropical diseases behind there! But my body is complaining now. My back, arms and legs are aching and I think I've rubbed the skin off one of my knuckles because it's stinging like a bitch!

But it felt good to get out there and pretend for at least a day that I'm not some lily-livered office worker who hasn't done a days hard work in my life. Or that is what my Dad would have you believe!