72 bloody springs to be precise. I knew dismantling that enormous trampoline was going to be a big job but not that big. I followed that up with some slash and burn activity in the most wild parts of the garden and now I am officially knackered. There's a cold pint with my name on it over the other side of the river.

Farewell trampoline, I'll miss you and your blips.

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