What have I to ask beside?

I am not used to hard labour, but it doesn’t mean I don’t remember this feeling. This post-work, tingly arms, hobbling around like an old lady muscle ache. There is no in-between with my Dad. You go hard or you don’t bother. There have been a few projects now, and the after is still the same. Building a dingo enclosure in the scorching summer and … Continue reading What have I to ask beside?