I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK. I sleep all night and I work all day. It's true. "Do you wear women's clothing?" asked Nige. I think that's beside the point.
Although, just a few days before the 18th, I badly bruised the sole of my foot playing hopscotch (you think that's funny, do you?), and was limping for the best part of these couple of weeks, I fought through the pain (like Arnie in Commando) and spent my days killing the ivy that is taking over our wood in Wales. This is so much harder than it sounds! Ivy vines get literally as thick as your arm (unless you're a fatty), and each one needed to be sawn through in two places to kill it. Despite this I actually had an amazing time being out in the countryside chilling with Andrew, having a three day bonfire in the already sweltering heat, cycling to the nearest pub on ridiculously small bikes (one being Paul's first ever BMX) and playing Risk.
I also had a near-fatal encounter with a centipede. Those things can be very dangerous.
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