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Good help really isn't that hard to find..

Confession time - I love Facebook...


...for all the wrong reasons. But occasionally there is some good in the social media cesspit. And today we hardly had to wade through the swamps to find it!
Yes I get a thrill from the terribly written woe is me tales where spelling, punctuation and taking a breath have taken a massive back seat to unbridled and raw anger...about something. Sometimes it's obvious, more often than not...it's not. 

I love meeting clever people through social media and I meet a lot of them daily..


I get a big giggle from the random things that appear in the Facebook marketplace, a mecca of hopes and dreams and sometimes absolute bewilderment. Take the owner of this couch for example, ready to find it a new home for the princely bargain sum of just $100:


There are just not enough words in the English language to describe the utter revulsion you'd experience not to mention the waft you'd cop if you saw this in person. And here someone was thinking that someone in Facey land would love to drag it kicking and screaming into their own man cave for just 100 dollerydoos...
There is also not enough fire in the world to improve it either may I add..

(Actually speaking of Facey, you can find just about anything in the marketplace if you look hard enough!) 

A bargain price for a priceless artifact

But today it had a use

Outside the front of my old rental there was a 1 x 1 meter garden bed that once upon a time held some plants. We say once upon a time because 'somehow' most of them died. 
Okay not somehow, they were choked to death and starved of sunlight from the weeds. 
Yes I'm a terrible gardener and I make no bones of it. This afternoon it looked a bit like this: 

May not be 100% accurate
And after my 4.5 seconds worth of weeding and a quick 'that'll do', my wife opted to take a picture of it and jump on Facebook to find someone keen to tidy it up through one of the buy, swap and sell pages.
Now today is a Sunday and the odds of finding someone to garden on a Sunday afternoon are....well according to Facebook...pretty good!

"I'm just building my landscaping business and it's on the way home from Brisbane, I could swing by and have a look if you like?"
-George the budding landscaper, replying within an hour. 

So my wife sent him the location and the photo of my terrible weeding job and suddenly George was on location, swinging his axe using the tools at his disposal to turn our green waste pit into something that looked like: 

Again, might not be entirely accurate..
In just one hour George had re centered the main plant, cleared out the dead plants, the unwanted grasses, the choke hold weeds and tidied up the edging sending through photos as soon as he finished. All for just $25 plus gst. By the time he got home there was $30 in his bank account as thanks for the super quick turnaround and working on a Sunday. 
That's testament to the hard working effort of small business for sure!

My wife does wonder what the real estate agent may say about the lack of live plants left, compared to when we moved in there a couple of years back but if that ever becomes and issue...well I know a great gardener with lightning fast turn around.. 

Onya George, onya Facebook!

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