Thursday. This weeks dragging, and I'm only doing a 3 day week. Work was OK. I proclaimed myself to be a mathematical genius, only to be proved crushingly incorrect a mere 15 seconds later. Par for the course really.
Got a lift home with Ellen as Melissa went out straight from work and I set about tidying the kitchen and hoovering downstairs, only to realise that we're (hopefully) having construction work done tomorrow, and there's a large chance I'll have to hoover again. Gave up half way, there seemed little point in duplicating my work.
When I'm cooking tea while Melissa is out, I like to obsessively compulsively glance out the window to see if she's home yet. Usually, she isn't, and I see nothing. Today I saw this :
The people you see in the photo (there's one in the car) have recently moved in, and they're in the process of sorting out their front garden.
I've seen them (I know, this makes us look like nosey neighbours) weeding, cutting, pruning and preening his lawn obsessively but today, I got home from work and noticed he appears to have cut a trench around the whole of his lawn. I think he's on the way to putting a lovely picket fence up.
Anyway, if you cant make it out, in the picture there is a rope tied round his tow hook, and to the small sign. He gave the car some juice and it quickly became apparent that he was trying to liberate the sign from its soily prison using his car and a frayed piece of old rope.
As illustrated by the next picture, it didn't work. First he opted for the spade approach, and tried to dig it out. He huffed and puffed, but there was no budging it.
I glance away for a moment, and looked back to see this:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's an axe. It was at this point I decided not to go outside and question his motives.
After even more huffing and puffing he latched it back up to the car and after some smoke and screeching of tyres...
I appreciate that it's a shit .gif file, but it took me far too long to make, so it's staying. The car won.
Basically, our neighbour loves his garden. I wish I had the inclination to take as much pride in mine as he does his.
Melissa came home, we had pie, hash browns (we didn't have any chips in) and gravy for tea. She's in bed now, and still catching up on Shitains Got Talent. I'm going to watch a film soon I think.
Friday tomorrow. Excellent.
Bye!
