Jen, the young woman who lives next door, has her dad in occasionally to do some of the maintenance work around her unit. The other day, he had a Karcher machine, cleaning the concrete around her front door. Afterwards, it looked a million dollars. The concrete around our back door is a disgrace. Until recently, the bins lived there, the air conditioner motor unit lies against the wall and the hot water service tank snuggles close by. On the other side of the slab, lies my small garden. Understandably there has been a build up of residue and it is certainly in need of some attention.
Jamie brought his Karcher around and it sat in the garage for a week or two until I felt motivated enough this morning to take a deep breath and set it up. It went quite well. My back is still sore but the concrete is once again its usual grey. At another time, I'll have a go at the slab under the clothes line and the one at the back door. There's also an area at the front which I'll leave till last; it will need particular attention.
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