Posted by sean on April 16, 2014 at 10:29 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments

The gardener came today, so the grossly overgrown hedge and lawn now looks neat and tidy, in fitting with the all neighbours’ gardens. It was all done while I was at work, so I was sadly unable to commend the man on a sterling effort, although I suspect he will want me to pay him.

As well as grass and hedge, there are also some flowers growing outside our house. I’m not too sure what they are. I know they look pretty. They might be tulips. At the weekend, Claire noticed a woman, on our lawn, picking them!

When Claire told me, I was flabbergasted by the cheek, the audacity and the theft! I can only suspect that with the garden so poorly maintained, the woman thought it was a public green, which had been unattended to by BANES Council (this is believable). So instead of stealing from me, she was stealing from the tax payer.

Now the lawn does look nice, I’ll have my beady eye out. If I see her return for the rest of my flowers, I’ll have her. Wearing my Victor Meldrew flat cap, I’ll yell from the house “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing? If you hang on a minute I’ll fetch a vase and some water for you to put them in, if you like?”

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