We Are Getting Our Garden Back Together, Slowly


After a couple of years of near total neglect we are starting to get our garden back together. Last year was such a crap year weather wise and I was so wacked out from work that I really didn’t feel like gardening. They say “You reap what you sow”. Well we are reaping the rewards for all that lack of maintenance.

All green, before we started the clearance.
All green, before we started the clearance.

Like a lot of big projects it takes a relatively small catalyst to get the ball rolling. In our case it was the state of the perimeter fence. This fence has not had any treatment since it was erected over twenty years ago and, apart from taking an outward lean following a storm in 1988, it has served us well.

A list that started in 1988 and has slowly increased over the years. A bit like the tower in Pisa.
A list that started in 1988 and has slowly increased over the years. A bit like the tower in Pisa.

So we bit the bullet, got a quote and ordered a new fence. Well just the back part which is seventy-five feet long. There is another fifty feet or so, which is in much better shape, but we’ll save that for another day.

Having made the decision we set about clearing the way for the new fence. The contractors would dismantle the existing fence but we thought we would clear as much of the over growth, brambles and ivy, as we could. After a couple of body shattering weekends we had cleared almost all of our side of the fence and I had also made an attempt on the outside so as to give the fencing contractors as clear a space to work in as I could.

So that's what the fence looks like.
So that’s what the fence looks like.
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I cut myself a gateway to the outside world.

I have to say that the old fencing didn’t look quite as bad as I thought it would once it was undressed. I knew the posts were rotten at ground level but apart from a couple of arris rails the timber was still sound.

At this stage we were pretty much ready for the contractors to come and get started although they weren’t due for a few days.

Come the due date and there was no sign and I had to phone them to find out that they had buggered off to do another “emergency” job and hadn’t bothered to let me know. Erection day was renegotiated for a week hence with me grumbling under my breath that should they miss that start date then they would be out on their ear. After all, no money had changed hands at this time. Anyway one week later they arrived and set to work.

Out with the old and in with the new.
Out with the old and in with the new.
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Nearly there. Only a few more feet to meet up with my neighbours back fence.

The previous photos show the progress at the end of the first day.

By noon the following day they had completed the fence. All was looking good. The shine was taken off, a little, later in the day when my neighbour came round complaining that he had a hole in his fence.

For some reason the guys hadn’t linked my fence to my neighbours, leaving a gap just over a foot wide. My neighbour has a small covered area in the corner of his garden which hid this “gap” from view. Well except that his son could see it when sat in a deck chair. It seems that the new fence has equal spaced posts where the original didn’t. So the guys finished the fence with the new equidistant posts. Out of sight from me in my garden. Out of sight from their boss who didn’t climb over the fence to check their work. Anyway, one phone call and he had them back the next day to complete the job.

New fence, new plants. Getting our garden back.
New fence, new plants. Getting our garden back.

Its amazing how big the garden looks now that all that ivy and other green stuff has been cut back. I’ve also cut back a lot of overhanging branches from the trees so we have more space vertically. A couple of trips to the garden centre to add a splash of colour and we are getting our garden back together, slowly.

Nation’s men wondering if we can go back to talking about the weather yet


Hear Hear !!!

Nation’s men wondering if we can go back to talking about the weather yet.

THE WORLD HAS STOPPED!


Aint that the truth.

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So It’s A Boy – Now Please Shut Up


First of all let me say ….

Congratulations to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge for the birth of their son.

I am really pleased for you.

But will the media please shut up.

The airwaves have been dominated with the build up to this moment. Trying to guess its name, weight, booty size etc. etc. Each and every night the evening news has made a story out of telling us that there is no news on the birth. They have even made news stories out of telling us about the media coverage and how long some of the news crews have been waiting.

This is boring. This isn’t news. Not everyone is that interested but still you, the media, ram it down our throats every chance you get. Now the great day has arrived.

But you’re not done yet. Now you broadcast your “birth-day” specials, disrupt the airwaves telling us that the baby has been born, mum is doing fine, what the family must be feeling blah blah blah ….!!

How long does that take ? Two, maybe three minutes.

Nope, this momentous event requires the running of special shows, the disruption of long-planned programs. Every news program is dominated by guessing when we will get our first viewing of the newborn. Guessing what the names the child will be saddled with. Breakfast TV programs are even, so I am told, running book on the chosen names.

Please, will you just shut up and leave the happy couple and their family in peace.

More to the point leave us, the public, in peace. You have already spent more time theorising about this poor child than you have informing us about the really important issues that are blighting this world of ours.

WE ARE SUFFERING MEDIA OVER-KILL

We Have Lost A Very Funny Man – RIP Mel Smith


Mel SmithSad to say I have only just discovered that Mel Smith has passed away. He died of a heart attack on Friday 19th July.

Although probably best known for his partnering with Griff Rhys Jones, in “Alas Smith And Jones”, he was so much more than just part of a double act.
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Smith was a founder member of “Not The Nine O’Clock News” along with Griff Rhys Jones, Rowan Atkinson and Pamela Stephenson. Smith and friends became a staple of British television. The humour in the TV shows, a product of the Thatcher era, became unmissable viewing. Comparisons have been made, likening the Smith and Jones partnership to that of a modern-day Abbott and Costello.

Smith, a successful actor appearing on both TV and the big screen, also directed films such as “Bean”, “The Tall Guy”, Radioland Murders and “High Heels and Low Lifes”. He also contributed his writing skills to many TV and live shows.

I have fond memories of those TV shows, especially “Alas Smith & Jones” of which they made 10 series.

Mel, you left us a wonderful legacy and you will be sorely missed.

Heartfelt condolences to your family and friends.

View From The Conservatory


Couple of snaps of this seasons squirrels who, once again, have proven themselves adept at getting past any obstacles that I put in their path in my failed attempts to stop them from stealing the bird feed.

Forward Observation
Forward Observation

Thieving Squirrel
Thieving Squirrel

Fill in the blank–what happens next?


Three people walk into a bar. They all sustain superficial injuries but decide to sue the person who left the bar where people could hurt themselves.

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