Friday came and he'd messed up something at the school, so he had to go in and repair it. We still had the afternoon and evening, but even though I waited around - not doing anything major, I knew that we weren't going for a walk.
These walks we do are nice, we drive to places in the Peak District where you can just leave the hustle of life behind and enjoy the countryside. I was looking forward to it, I was disappointed. With my friend its not unsual, he doesn't know when to stop and say, I'll leave that. It has to be perfect before he leaves it, but it invariably takes a lot longer because he makes mistakes though fatigue and such like.
I'm not sure what happened to Saturday, but Sunday was a little better. I managed to get another part of the hedge trimmed back before my wrist and hand gave out. The bin is now full and the 'garden' bin doesn't get collected until next week. This week its the normal or 'black' bin.
Slowly but surely I'll get the garden back under some sort of control. Its damn annoying though as I know I have a limited amount of time before my hand is unable to do anything useful.
