Sunday: Turf Day.
Went to Sam's house to collect the turf yesterday. We started with a cup of tea, thinking that this would be a breeze.
Wrong.
Two sweaty, curse filled (Sam's spade brilliantly features a sharp metal screw protruding from the handle) hours later, we had turf.
Sam lifts turf. Looks like rain on the ground. That is actually sweat.
Well worth it as the bags of turf looked just like gangsta style dead people bits. Funny looks on the street as we loaded them into the car!
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