In which a tall, skinny man wrestles with a rotavator and in which the rotavator largely wins.
As you laugh - and you should laugh: I'm not exactly rippling with muscles, am I? - I'd like to suggest that you look again at the "after" photo to see the state of the ground we were working on and quite how much digging we still managed to get done during the day, my amusingly feeble usage of the machinery notwithstanding.
Not surprisingly, I was knackered last night and somewhat sore this morning.
Still went running at lunchtime, obvs, because I'm still an idiot, innit. Did you think that maybe I'd rotavated some sense into my stubborn brain?