This morning we needed to fix a fence, but had to get through an absolute ton of brambles before we could do so. We started optimistically, but it didn’t take long for us to realise that we had much more than a one day job on our hands.
My only previous encounter with a bramble bush was about twenty years back when I went blackberry picking with my nan at the local golf course. Today wasn’t so fun, and not only did we have to cut the bushes back, but we had to dig up and pull out every single root as well, which was a real pain in the backside.
We worked for five hours straight, with no break for tea because we’re such hard workers (we forgot), and then stopped for lunch at 13:30. We really couldn’t be bothered to keep going after lunch but our host had other plans. Also he decided after five hours that all we had to do was cut the bush back, so our time pulling up roots felt entirely wasted.
We needed a saving grace but didn’t see one coming, until our other host suggested eating lunch at a restaurant, which we obviously thought was an amazing idea. We showered and changed, because we couldn’t go out looking all scruffy you know, and then pretty much signed ourselves off for the afternoon. What a result.
For lunch we had Indian food, but it was more complicated than usual- we had to do much more than ask for our favourite dish. Firstly, the lunchtime menu was advertised as $11.99, but had to come with at least one of three side options which all cost extra. Then, you couldn’t just ask for a curry, you had to ask for it either mild, medium or hot. I had a Chicken Tikka Masala (hot) and Abbie had a Lamb Rogan Josh (hot), which were both pretty normal in our eyes, but then one our hosts ordered a Beef Madras (mild) and the other ordered a Chicken Korma (medium). Seriously. Who in their right mind would ever pick a Madras if they want it to be mild, or a Korma if they want it to be medium?
We didn’t get home until around 18:00 because we had to stop at a few stores on the way home. We picked up some essentials including tea bags and biscuits, as well as Fruit Pastilles and Twiglets from the foreign section in the supermarket for our hosts to try. They didn’t like either, which I wanted to be disappointed about but couldn’t be because it meant that I had to eat both.
We noticed before bed that although we are getting on very well with our hosts, they really don’t seem to understand our sense of humour. Abbie even suggested that we start logging our failed attempts at joke making, which isn’t actually a bad idea. I’ll be sure to give some examples as soon as I have them (which won’t take long).
We have to wake up really early tomorrow so maybe staying up late was a bad idea, but I guess we’ll have to wait until the morning to find out.
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