Hiring it out

So.
We got a notice from the city that our yard needed mowing.
I spent an hour and a half out there. I have blisters on my palms and have finally picked the last thorn out of my ankles. We're out of gauze, which is a pity because I look like I've been hit by poorly aimed stigmata. Or shackle galls, one. Our yard is full or wild blackberry brambles.

I gave it up and called a yardman.

So I'm going to clean in the house (15 minutes in each major living area), watch QL, have a shower, fold clothes and start on Christmas squares.

Stuck on where this is going

WIP

Any suggestions to keep this from turning into Black Fire would be appreciated.

Warning: Luke-abuse, unfinished, probably R rated.

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