I’m a lumberjack, and I’m okay.
I sleep all night. I work all day.
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin’
And have buttered scones for tea.
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women’s clothing
And hang around in bars.
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I’d been a girlie,
Just like my dear Mama (or Papa in later versions)
But only at the weekends! God Bless Monty Python!
I’ve been working out chopping up firewood and kindling for a few hours today, with my new long and short-handled axes.
Very enjoyable, a friend has just had a Rowan tree cut down, and had some spare logs she need to recycle. Another name for Rowan is Mountain Ash. It is said that rowan wood will increase one’s psychic powers, and its branches were often used in dowsing rods and magical wands. Maybe she shouldn’t have had it cut down! Will it make my fire better!
Cut firewood stored to dry in an old coal bunker.
This has been used as the wood shed, it used to be an old outdoor privay, that was purchased by the previous owners from the neighbours. One of few outdoor s**thouses in the UK, that has it’s own Land Registry title! It’s actually quite common, in this area, that neighbours toilets are connected to their neighbours buildings.
Unfortunately, when the extension was built on the house 30 years ago, the neighbours refused to sell it, and hence why only half-an-extension was built on the house.
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