Today we went to the cemetery to weed a grave, I wished I had worn my gardening outfit as all the grass seeds and prickly shrubs scattered themselves over my clothes. By the time I have got back home I was itching everywhere some weed debris had flown down my neck and up my trouser legs. It was a shower and ages working on taking out the seed ridden jacket, trousers and woollen jumper.
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