Tree

I forgot... Yesterday after the car boot hideousness Buckley and I began to massacre the garden with our new saw. And no - that is not a euphemism. We decided that we should do a spot of tree surgery.

I climbed on top of the shed at the end of the garden, pulled up the step ladders and set them up nicely under the offending branches. I got to the second step when the rotting roof of the shed began to give way. The back two feet of the ladder went straight through the roof tipping the whole thing backwards with me on top of it. It was only my skilful and balletic movements that saved me from toppling off the shed and into the river at the back. There are now two holes in the roof of the shed which water will surely leak through.

Anyhoo - here I am to tell another tale and the branches have now been removed. I took the first one off quite easily but half way through the second branch my arm began to tire so Buckley gave it a go. After a couple of saws the branch started creaking and he started to panic - within seconds he was trying to flee the shed roof with a bloody big branch creaking towards his head. He too survived. I got up there and finished the job with the third branch - narrowly missing a potentially disfiguring accident as the business end of the branch swung towards my face.

Well - tree now surgeryed (?) - Buckley got the bug. He took down the caterpillar covered mini tree in the main bed then went for the blackened leafed tree next to the green house whilst I stood underneath it to make sure that the branches hit me and not the glass of the green house. Finally he had his eye on the neighbours tree of which three branches cover most of our lawn. The neighbours weren't in to ask and I persuaded him not to begin hacking away in order that we preserve relations - besides he needed to borrow their ladders to get to this one. Thus the massacre ended for the day...