By weekday a teacher; by weekend a gate painter extraordinaire. Do you find it odd that I take such pride in having painted the gate to a small field of potatoes a very dark brown colour? I'm not really sure why it feels so good myself - it just does.
It took far longer than I had anticipated, the paint is some evil concoction that is refusing to leave my arms despite lashings of turps and soap and it involved sitting in a rather large puddle of mud - but it's done and I think it looks good.
The sheep seemed impressed, and they ought to know their gates pretty well - they've escaped through them often enough.
The sheep seemed impressed, and they ought to know their gates pretty well - they've escaped through them often enough.
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