New Modus Operandi

I read in the paper yesterday that the cure for tiredness is on tap, literally in a glass of water. Apparently we don't drink nearly enough, and it occurred to me that with the strenuous work I've been undertaking in the garden on a virtually daily basis, I really should be taking on more fluids. This excessive exercise has naturally made me quite exhausted, but yesterday and today I downed two litres throughout the day and, lo! I'm not nearly so puffed. Even my legs don't feel so heavy. Am I just fitter now, or has this simple remedy worked?

I've been mowing the lawn in a different way, starting at the outside edge and moving in ever-decreasing circles until only the centre is left. I'm still covering the same area, but it seems easier somehow. I cut it this morning, another change from my usual habit of finishing the day with this task by which time I've been so knackered I've had barely enough strength to put the wretched machine away. It was quite pleasant in the hot early sun, and I took frequent rests to take calls from an 0208 number that later became international and then unavailable. They were all from a man who told me he was from Windows, and if I would just switch on my computer he would remove all malicious- and spy-ware, and all viruses. Are there really people left who fall for this scam? He must have liked my "Do you think I'm stupid?" because he's been pursuing me ever since, though I no longer pick up the phone.

In preparation for the new pond being created next week I've been clearing the ground, and as the hot afternoon drew lazily on and the blackbird started his singing, I lit what will be my last fire to burn the dead and dry detritus I raked up. It's a very big area though, and I wonder if my pond dimensions are too small at a diameter of 10 feet. While the fire roared in the sudden wind I set up my reclining chair, opened a beer and lay back with my book. Now this was luxurious living. I should do it more often.