Sometimes a good way to deal with your feelings is to tackle a thankless chore with loud music
So I present to you:
40 metres worth of warehouse cracks that have been weeded and mostly water blasted in the early evening shade
2 hours worth of mostly punk music
The 75 litre bin of weeds that I pulled, lightly compacted
Not pictured:
The front of the building which also got a frustrated weeding
The discovery that the parcel box has rusted away on one edge 😩
The cold soda I’m just about to chug
I resent our LL for making it our problem when the lease clearly states he’s in charge of the outside bits, but there’s something great about singing rage against the machine whilst you rage against the weeds (and the machine)
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