We have acquired another piece of heavy machinery: a hedge trimmer. Hence, I've been busy trimming hedges today.
You know, gyms were invented for people who don't own houses. Because if you have a house, trimming hedges, taking down stuff, spackling, painting, and whatnot provide more exercise than any gym.
And here's what it looks like after.
On a related note, spackling and applying mortar is a satisfying experience.
By the way, the light gray spackled areas on the wall? All Malene's work. She's really good at it.
Next level unlocked.
Up until now, we've been filling and spackling holes. Today, I started applying a layer of mortar to cover an exposed section of the brick wall. Since I still have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, I decided to start with just a small area. That way, in the very likely event that I fuck things up, removing a small patch of mortar should be relatively easy.
Sunflowers weren't the huge success we'd hoped for. Lack of rain, strong winds, and -- we suspect -- bad soil made their lives tough. But a couple of them turned out okay. Now we know what to watch out for next year.
IN FÜRTH: Weekend getaway in Munich? Again? Meh.
IN BINDSLEV: Let's go grocery shopping at Lidl in Hjørring this week. FUCK, YEAH! WOO-WHOO! \o/
Speaking of which, they had this suçuk-like sausage. It's not the same as the real thing, but I'll take it.
I discovered a hole in my favorite T-shirt and thought to myself, "There must be a clever way to patch holes." Lo and behold, there's a store selling these repair patches. Cut a round piece to cover the hole, iron it on, and you're done. Now, that's what I call progress!
