The ME/CFS Society of NSW Inc.

You should not look at your sad weedy back garden and decide to revamp it yourself because your OH is disinterested and is allergic to grass.

You should not order 2 cubic metres of hardwood chips before figuring out how to get them from the driveway to the back garden beds.

You should not use an old frying pan to shovel the woodchips into an archive box and trek them into your garden.

You should not do it in the middle of the day, two days in a row.

You should not let your friend take you to the hardware shop to buy you an early Xmas gift of a DIY wheelbarrow and a trench shovel.

You should not let your ever-so-helpful OH take photographs of you assembling said wheelbarrow.

You should not decide that a fully assembled wheelbarrow and a lovely new shovel are a licence to overdo it.

You should not put off begging for Dencorub for your almost-solid shoulders two days.

There is still about half of the pile left in the driveway. The OH run into it with the car tonight and got woodchips through the grill. I was thinking that maybe I should be a bit sympathetic but I figure nup, he just messed up my pile, it'll be harder to scoop up now!

My back is still stiff as anything and I overdid it to the point that when i close my eyes I get dizzy. Unfun!

I still look at the garden every day. Its kind of hard not to.
It still looks weedy and miserable, just now the decent parts have some woodchips sprinkled over them.

Its a start I guess

But seriously, woodchips are MUCH harder than they seem, especially if you are using a frypan and a box!