Yeah, I Got Brave. Popped Some Shoes On, Like A Big Boy.

Then did the only sensible thing to do when you happen to find yourself wearing shoes. Brought some Guinness.

Of course the day prior to that I 'pruned' the 98% of the hedge which was already dead. Which aforementioned hatchet, whilst wearing open toed sandals.

Which, on reflection, sounds like an absolutely terrible idea.

Although haven't we all once found ourselves remarkably indifferent. About the prospect of losing one little piggy.