Feeble

Thursday, February 14th., Trinity Hall Farm, Hockliffe.

I did some work today. When I say work, I mean real physical work, not my usual idea of work which is sitting at a desk writing. It nearly killed me. I decided to enlarge a flower bed which involved moving soil to the vegetable garden in a wheel barrow. The vegetable garden is at some distance and I think I only moved about three barrows full, but it was enough. How on earth do people do this sort of thing all day long, every day of the week? I hadn't realised how 'soft' I was and feel quite disappointed in myself. Well, there are only two options for me: carry on as I am, or make an effort to get stronger. As I feel now then I will undertake a strengthening programme by working regularly in the garden, but can I keep it up? There is the question.