But even Dad didn't go to these lengths I think:
Keen to get wood cut in a bizarrely un-snowy New Year holiday where we miraculously didn't have other obligations K got stuck into chopping wood while I carted it around from the front carpark.
He started in the morning and stopped for lunch. Then kept going in the afternoon before taking a break to go shopping with the girls and I. Then while we made dinner he kept chopping until finally when I went to call him for tea I found him chainsawing by torchlight.
I reckon not even Dad got that hardcore.
Mind you the sun doesn't set at 5 in Australia either, huh?