Pete and Kelli’s social distance day 50
5th May 2020
Well this blog has been going as long as Anne Boleyn was Queen of England, so keeping in the tradition I will continue to put my neck on the block and await the sting of a blunt axe.
I eagerly wanted to try my new 125 foot hose pipe. I had bought some moss killer for the front lawn. I cut the plastic straps and prepared to unravel the tightly coiled hose. There was no pent up tension of the hose wanting to be straight after months of being tightly coiled on its journey from China. It just lay there taunting me. I attempted to unravel it. I would have better luck trying to straightening a metal pipe. I stretched it across the lawn, it resembled a giant spring, but I managed to connected it to the moss killer container to spray the infected area.
Afterwards I attempted to coil the hose back up, and although the coils would have made it easier, my arms were not long enough, or strong enough to hold it. In the end I just shoved it over the fence, I’ll have another go tomorrow.
Kelli was in a good mood, her money from the government turned up, she couldn’t wait to deposit into her bank. She had been struggling to find out where it was as most other people we knew had already got theirs.
Another Lifetime to go 