When I moved into the new house, I inherited a whole load of miscellaneous junk that had been left by the previous tenant. Thew landlord, of course, said he would see to its removal. The landlord, of course, has done no such thing. The very sight of the stuff, cluttering up my back garden, was really getting on my nerves so, yesterday afternoon, I took the bull by the horns and decided to do something about it myself. I spent the whole afternoon dismantling swings, slides, climbing frames and other such monstrosities. It was such hard work, as the things had been put together very badly. They were twisted and buckles, and many of the bolts had rusted up. So, after a lot of brute exertion on my part, the stuff is all in pieces in the front garden. When the dustmen come next week, I will bung them a few quid to take it all away. I've had a terrible backache ever since, and am starting to walk like John Wayne. Meanwhile I had paid the local council to remove a particularly nasty armchair that had been sitting by the front door. This morning it cheered me up, despite the rain and chilly air, to see that it had been removed.
This morning I've got a spell at the historic building to look forward to. I will do my very best to avoid getting annoyed.
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