'When was it

EXACTLY that laziness came 

and bit you on the bum LL?'

Every cotton-picking morning I wake 

with a head full of schemes

and plans.

Every cotton-picking day

I'm just too idle to get my arse 

into gear.

The days pass in a daze of

jobs planned, but never executed.

The studio is now free of a

 summer of 

itinerant visitors...

so my work space is clear.

So no excuse there.

After an action-packed working life

my hands are not to

put too fine a point on it...

buggered.

'How come?'

Well seeing as you're asking...

spinning, knitting, sewing, crocheting.

'Hardly hard work LL!'

All of the above, working flat out

to sell, to earn money in order

to scratch a living off the land.

Peat digging, winkle picking,

digging by hand a huge veg. plot,

grinding corn, kneading bread,

milking goats, 

beach-combing huge bolts of timber

Then farming...

driving clunking tractors,

stacking small bales by hand in a field, 

then onto a trailer,

then off at the other end.

Shovelling the proverbial,

forking silage in the clamp,

then out to the cows,

levelling concrete delivered by

truck (the driver couldn't believe just two

of us were doing it!)

forking out hay,

hands inside a cow, sorting out a calves feet

to enable it to be born.

Cooking for all comers.

Next chapter...

Training as a cordon bleu chef.

Working some 14+ hours in a

busy household, in the main 

without help.

Now if I tell you my left hand is constantly numb

and my right thumb joint is worn away,
perhaps you can get an idea?

Is it any wonder I'm worn-out,

not in spirit, mind.

And on occasions look like this...

Blogging is the way forward...
 I'm content with my life...
not a bad place to be.