You’ve done me up like a kipper here you failed teddy boy bastard. That’s not even a quarter of the garden raked. I should have listened to ODowd and got the roll out turf.
Sure townies wouldn’t be able for that kind of work.
Keep at it you’ll be done by the time the weather warms up in mid April. Mow it to the ground add some topsoil and reseed it.
Don’t mind O’Dowd and his take-away rolled turf. You’ve a quarter of the garden raked and you can see the state it’s been left go to. It’s the back days of March, rowl up your sleeves there for an hour, one solitary hour and get on the rake.
An honest few hours will rake that oul’ shite out of it and then you can begin to aerate it with the fork. In truth you could be sowing the grass seed by this day week.
Further instructions will follow at that stage. Report (with confirmation photos) on the progress by Saturday. It’ll all be a huge victory for you. It’s often the innocuous things.
There’s more of a chance the little one will do it in the next week than him.
There was still some astroturf rolls in Homebase today.
Bit of work involved. Looks like a project that could ate up a Saturday.
There’s a tidy bit of kindling there for a start. I’m committed to Brady’s lawn for the next week but I’ll have a plan for you at Easter.
You can Revolut the €250 consultancy fee when you get a chance.
Mrs O’Sullivan sounded the siren about three quarters of the way in . Bacon, Cabbage and a few cold beers on the table. We go again.
…I think a man workin’ outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That’s only my opinion.
Mrs. O’Sullivan has this fucker ruined. She’ll end up doing the garden for him.
They’re probably sitting down at night with a dry sherry each wondering how their Princess managed to hook a catch like Brady and all the other grafters she could have snagged.
I dashed such thoughts by going back at it there for a bit … 10 wheel barrows gone into the ditch by the tree line across the way… Under cover of dark of course just in case a few curtain twitchers take umbrage.
You’re warming to the task. I always said you were a topper. You’ll turn it into a Cork mini-version of Augusta. Don’t mind them lads that said you were a useless bastard.
I just spent the day clearing something similar and started trying to resurrect the boundary wall out of it. I’m about a third of the way through it.
Is there any saving a lawn riddled in moss lads or should I spray it off and reseed it to fuck?
I hope the answer is yes to the first part.