Dutto has god is my witness i was just the same but i didnt get paid i used to dig a thousand square yards, i had a old wooden handled spade that belonged to my grandad. it was only three quarter size to todays spades. we grew a vast amount of produce , had 200 chickens duck geese etc. we grew 1000 big onions spuds greens every thing, still today i have land at home and grow every thing my self ,.
Perhaps it was because my spade was known as "a ladies spade" that I hated using it. :whistle:
My Old Man, suffering from angina at the time, had a heart attack when he was 67 years old. The doctor arrived, examined him in the bedroom and then the Doc and I sat in the kitchen for a cuppa.
When I asked what I needed to do to help the Old Man he replied "Nothing really. He could go in the next ten minutes or last another ten years." I was amazed so I asked him a few questions:
o Smoking? "Oh I know he smokes about 10 a day." His hair, which was as white as a sheet, was actually tinged a ginger brown from the smoke of 60 **** a day.
o Garden? "Oh I know he does a bit of gardening." He had nearly half an acre of garden which he dug with a spade and sold excess produce from the front gate.
o Chickens? "I know he has a few chickens." He actually had 450 of them and sold the eggs from the front gate as well.
o Ducks? "What ducks?" He always lifted at least 40 wild Mallard eggs from the local pond, got a broody hen to hatch them off and then released them back into the wild.
o Pigeons? "I know he has some pigeons." Like 350 of them. Two racing lofts and a retirement loft. Raced "North Road" every week in the summer.
The Doc said "He can keep the pigeons, the chickens and ducks have to go and he will need help if he keeps up the gardening." and walked back into Dad's bedroom. I immediately knew that the Old Man was seriously ill when I heard the doctor say "You're wasting my f*cking time." and the Old Man didn't get out of bed and deck him for using "Pit Language" in the house!
Before Dad got out of bed, I got rid of the chickens and their sheds, bought him a Rotavator, re-arranged the sheds in the garden and laid a concrete path to link the sheds and the lofts together.
Dad enjoyed another ten years of life before the silicosis and pneumoconiosis finally over-taxed his heart and he died ...
... of a heart attack whilst attending a Pigeon Club meeting! :thumb:
Way to go eh? :thumb: :thumb: