Ask Burnley if he'll do it for you. Apparently he does that sort of thing for fun.
Just spent all day at it and now my back is probably broken and I've probably caught Housemaid's Knee and Hey Fever as well.
I blame the parents. Bloody slave-drivers.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
Ask Burnley if he'll do it for you. Apparently he does that sort of thing for fun.
Someone asked my this recently - don’t you miss your garden...all that greenery, the foxes, the barbecues etc etc
(Live in an apartment now)
Answer was no...just because of the gardening. Just couldn’t do it anymore.
I do miss my foxes though...lovely family.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
I share your pain, red. I've filled more brown bins than I can count recently and still have two to go and a massive pile of trimmings in the back waiting to be dealt with. And I still have composting, feeding and barking to come.
That said, after a hard day in the garden what could be better than a cold beer or G&T overlooking the results of your effort.