littleheaven

Well, I've been saying I was gonna do it for a while. And it was warm, dry and not windy today. Also, I am on holiday. So I borrowed Dad's waterblaster and attacked everything in sight.

The first hour was boring, so I pretended it was a flame-thrower. The next two-and-a-half hours were okay, because I felt like I was really achieving something. The last hour and a half was just pure, excruciating agony. My neck has seized from looking down the whole time (and even though I was careful, I still waterblasted my ankle and a couple of toes). My back has seized from holding the gun part up. My hands have seized from holding the damn trigger down the whole time. I've lost all power in my grip. I got drenched, sunburned, and covered from head to toe in shit off the concrete and decks.

But everything is now all lovely and sparkly for the summer. And this year I remembered to do it BEFORE I got the lady in to wash the house *g* (and just as well, considering the amount of crap I sprayed all up the walls...).

Lord, it hurts.

Someone call an ambulance.