I have never been one to not want to find what the limits are ( within reason ) and after being told that 5 kg was about all I was allowed to lift.. I sort of thought 5 kg isnt very much.. I wonder about 6, or 7 or even 10.. .So much to the disgust I am sure of my surgeons, I have been out shovelling a dirt pile that has laid dormant in the middle of the front yard..The stormwater drains had blocked and required an excavation to replace damaged pipes..and this was the left overs..
Looks ordinary, and had to go, so one shovel at a time I started with moving the pile, but you get a long way in a much longer time doing it that way.. so after my move to ACT I have put the wheelbarrow into action and have today moved all the rest out of the way.. I have no doubt that I will pay a price, but at present the semi elation of knowing I am not a total waste of space is something to savour.
Next is a pile of concrete slabs that were the path, , I will work on breaking those up , bit at a time and disposing of the rocks a few at a time in the rubbish bin..after that there is gravel to move to make a base for reinstating the paths, and overhanging trees to be cut back, the postie will be happy to see the letterbox again I am sure.
All this stuff is the sort of job I would have knocked over in half a day in my younger years.. now it is a daily nibble away rather than a full on attack. But the pleasure derived is a constant..dont care how long it takes, my stubborn streak wont let it lay.