poor old lawnmower-sex man next door.he's older than me ffs.

and looks as though HE'S feeling his years also.
i can't feel sorry for him.
can't stand the bloke.

he's just been out there on the front garden.
mowing.
why can't he do the back one,
just below our bedroom window,
at this time of day?
never mind.
whatever.

the wife reckons that he is nagged by his wife to carry out these chores.
i don't know.
maybe.
he is a bit of a loud-mouth.
and quite often,
i've found,
those types ARE hen-pecked "carry me/fetch me" stooges.
personally,
i hope she gives him hell.

i have to admit,
to be fair,
that mine has never tried to nag me,
to do anything.
maybe she SHOULD have.
we've never tried to force our wills upon each other,
wich might be seen as a kind of apathy.
lacking of careing.
again,
maybe.
whatever.

hindsight eh?

well,
anyway,
it's a beautiful day.
sunshine and blue sky.
but it's not a scorcher.
it'll do for me.

i'm fancying a jug right now.
but that'll pass.

happy daze.

I'm on my second ice cold Magners

happy days eh?