In my last posting certain individuals, who shall remain nameless, like Jack Scott and Lesley Mason made some disparaging comments that implied that J did all the heavy work around here whilst yours truly sat around taking snapshots and offering advice.
To pinch a line from the Marx Brothers, ‘I resemble that remark!’ I felt deeply hurt and cut to the quick because, actually, the reality here in our mountain retreat is quite the reverse – 100% the other way round and I have accumulated the evidence over the past two days to prove my point. But first I need to set the scene . .
We were up early so as to make a start at clearing the undergrowth down the side of the plot. We needed to expose the tons of rocks that we want used up to construct the stone terrace across the area for cultivation. Those of you wondering about the gang due to start the other day – it’s a long story for another time!
this gives you a bit of an idea of the task
Exhibit A – first clear evidence of who does the graft in the thicket!
Exhibit B – drags all the stuff out and burns it
Exhibit C – whilst J stands around looking decorative and posing for photos
Meanwhile, we were never too busy or whacked out that we forgot to enjoy what lies on our doorstep . .
our neighbour’s beautiful almond tree in blossom
complete with mistletoe in bloom (zoom in to see it)
Any road up, as they say in Yorkshire (in deference to a certain lady of my acquaintance), time to get back to the truth, the nitty-gritty of who does the heavy lifting around here . .
very neat and tidy
tools of the hedger – and if J says those are her gloves, she’s lying!
Exhibit D – so, whilst I was working my fingers to the bone . .
Exhibit E – J was pampering herself – I rest my case
Alan Fenn, recovering with a couple of rakıs.
ps knowing that at some point J is going to read this stuff I want state for the record that a) this post is a pack of lies and a total misrepresentation of the truth. b) I’m pleading the 5th, and c) I’ve applied for the witness protection programme!