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Using his superior strength and musculature, the Lord and master was persuaded to heft a couple of blocks of concrete 'mok-rok' shapes from one part of the garden to exactly where I wanted them. Since I have plantar fasciitis and can't find my gardening gloves, but being eager to help anyway, I supervised. Obviously I had to confine myself to hobbling back and fore with my hands in my pockets, shouting encouragement and instructions from various vantage points. It often sounds as if he doesn't appreciate it, when he swears, but it's only natural for a chap to get stressed when doing 'muscle work.' Anyway, to make things easier for him, I pointed out how he ought to tackle it, and where he was going wrong. I never let him struggle on his own. Well, he's so sweet and considerate and selfless he practically begged me to go in and sit down, and rest my foot. But I couldn't do that until I could see those rocks had been positioned exactly right.
It was quite exhausting, supervising. But worth it. It's really satisfying after hours of hard graft, and you can finally lie back (my bad foot was really throbbing after all that hobbling about) and rest your legs on the arm of the sofa.
Funny thing, this, though, considering how concerned he'd been for me to go in and rest my foot. He expected ME to make the tea.
Using his superior strength and musculature, the Lord and master was persuaded to heft a couple of blocks of concrete 'mok-rok' shapes from one part of the garden to exactly where I wanted them. Since I have plantar fasciitis and can't find my gardening gloves, but being eager to help anyway, I supervised. Obviously I had to confine myself to hobbling back and fore with my hands in my pockets, shouting encouragement and instructions from various vantage points. It often sounds as if he doesn't appreciate it, when he swears, but it's only natural for a chap to get stressed when doing 'muscle work.' Anyway, to make things easier for him, I pointed out how he ought to tackle it, and where he was going wrong. I never let him struggle on his own. Well, he's so sweet and considerate and selfless he practically begged me to go in and sit down, and rest my foot. But I couldn't do that until I could see those rocks had been positioned exactly right.
It was quite exhausting, supervising. But worth it. It's really satisfying after hours of hard graft, and you can finally lie back (my bad foot was really throbbing after all that hobbling about) and rest your legs on the arm of the sofa.
Funny thing, this, though, considering how concerned he'd been for me to go in and rest my foot. He expected ME to make the tea.
