Bless.

It's that time of year again. Father in law, who gives a very strong impression that a bush or tree is a rather large weed noticed me tidying up my Davidii Budlii.' the Butterfly bush.


Actually, to be fair, Bear was explaining that he suggested we cut through a thick section that kinda runs horizontal for a foot before curving upwards, and "then take the whole lot right down". Yeh, right. Like my fucia number one (a stump for the last year), fucia number two (gone) a willow, which instead of weeping, looks like it's on viagra, my conifer which once 20 feet high is now 6 feet high, and only just looking like it could benefit from a pencil sharpener.  


Noticed me, is an understatement. I had my back to the gate as I did a very good impression of the wild eyed boy from free-cloud, as brandishing my secateurs aloft, with images of mutilated woodery flashing through my mind I yelled "Why doesn't he JUST F***k ORF! I've care for, trained and shaped and  nurtured those buggers for over 12 years!". And I don't swear. Honest.


Umm.


"He's behind me, isn't he Bear?" 


"Ahuh"


Snip. Snip. Sn... "All, I'm saying" he said.


 ".... is that if you cut that, and that, and that and took it down t'ground instead of pissin' about nibbling at it, so  y'could get t'strimmer under it...." 


Have you ever seen the face of someone confronted with stainless steel secateurs like a demented crab? You ought to try it some time.....  :)