I have a slightly aching back after yesterday morning’s exertions. Saturday morning saw us take part in an annual mass volunteer event to help communities around this leafy city. Along with some other people from BrightHouse, and under Rick’s guidance we signed up to help clear up an area of Atlanta called Reynoldstown. We ended up in the Memorial Garden doing a big clear up, extracting it from the encroaching overgrowth, splitting existing plants and planting new bulbs.
Good job I took along an uber mug full of delicious steamy cappuccino as it was an early start and I likes to be under my duvet I does.
Anyway, the bunch of us attacked the garden with zeal and I think we’ve left it looking fairly pleasant now. When we got there the air was filled with unpleasant odours of urination and I either got used to that, or when we left we’d reverted the area back from being a not-so-gentlemanly lav, to a place of tranquility and reflection.
Okay, btw, am now getting quite fed up of Ed telling me I can’t spell when I can and he quite obviously doesn’t understand proper English. Little red dots underlining my words reminds me of Chicken Pox and is terribly rude. *shakes Ed*
Sorry, where was I? Oh, yes, the clean up. We all worked very hard until about midday when exhaustion set in and we had to call it a day. Another group were calling for volunteers to continue helping them finish their task, but none of us felt able to stand much longer and we had to decline their invitation and go down the pub instead.
Well, not the pub really, wrong country. Instead we went to have a Mexican meal in Little Five Points. But, only after I’d persuaded Bill to let me go home and freshen up first. The heat and toil had got to me and my front was a mess of nasty red rash and heat bumps which I wanted to solve with a cold shower. So, when we turned up for the gathering I was nice and clean and lovely while everyone else remained covered in sweethearts, mud and sweat. Bill moaned at me that I shouldn’t be all clean when everyone else was in that state, and that I should at least not look so pretty in my little skirt and put a pair of dog walking trousers on because everyone will be jealous of my showering! Silly boy, why should I feel crappy because everyone else wants to?!
Arrived at Tijuana Garage with perfect timing, just as the waiter was taking orders. Had to make a quick decision, but were able to seamlessly fit in with the meal.
It was at this point that the guy sat next to me noticed my accent and asked if I was from Puerto Rico!! *blinks* Not had that one before. How bizarre! I’m obviously terribly exotic!
Just finishing my coffee and then we’re off to Mary’s with the doggies. Going to see how Genghis gets on and try giving him a little anti-cat training with a zap collar that apparently Mary has. Hoping for the best and that Genghis will be a paragon of good behaviour so that he’ll have somewhere to stay when Billsy and I go on our hols.