Mum drew up a nice long list of chores for me today, with a note saying that I could "prove" that I could handle managing the house in St Vincent if I did the chores promptly and "willingly". Obviously her understanding of depression has some serious gaps - chores are never done "willingly" by me.

Anyway, with nothing much else to distract me today, I eventually (at about 4pm) managed to start them. I started by using the raker thing (dunno what they're called, like a mower but instead of cutting it rakes the moss up) on the front lawn, and then got distracted (natch) by another job that I took upon myself: trimming the front lawn where it meets the road.

Christ, what a job! I had to use the edge of the spade to chop a line all the way along the edge of the grass, and then shovel up all the grass, moss, soil and gravel that had slowly spread into the road like a living carpet. All this had to be dumped round the back of the garage, down the steep slope to the river.

Anyway, I am absolutely knackered now, which makes a change. I hate pointless exercise, but this feels great; not only have a exterted myself, but I've achieved something.

Still didn't get half the things on the list done though - lol!

Labels: depression, family, personal