Who needs men?

Started cutting the back hedge this afternoon at around 3pm. Soon decided to shape it straight properly. The hedge is about 6-7 meter long and it has been both neglected and cut badly by men for years. Yes, this hedge needs me so that it can look decent for the first time in many many many years. (It could be for the first time in its life, actually.) So, had to hack off loads of branches, some of which were very thick and needed a saw instead of an electric hedge trimmer.

Couldn't cook for tea this evening because spent too much time with the hedge. So, sent my girls to the near-by chippie. Had a break at teatime and started cutting again this evening. Finished packing the cuttings into 14-15 plastic supermarket bags at near 9pm. (Still bright outside now.) Will sort out thick long branches later next week. Now the the three-quarters of the hedge look bare, but at least it's neat and straight. All it has to do is grow some leaves and branches to fill the gaps.

Am bloody knackered. My shoulders and arms are aching. But am very pleased with the result and myself. Don't need a boyfriend or a husband. Men are always overly proud of themselves when it comes to heavy gardening works, even when they are hopeless at it. Well, it would be nice to have an attractive slave who happily does tidying/cleaning inside the house while am gardening, though.