All day at work today, it’s been in the back of my mind – the grass at home needs to be cut. Tonight. It should have been cut last night, but I had a Sketch22 rehearsal. A long busy day does not end with work today at 5pm. Nope, the toil moves from the mental to the physical this evening.
Yes, my son (purely from the economic advantages it affords him) has taken on more and more of the task, but it’s still my least favourite part of home-ownership.
Today, I implore you all, instead of your usual prayers for the orphans, the impoverished, the sick and infrim, pray for me. Pray for me and my suburban woes.