Saga of the Greenhouse 3 (The Day of the Angle Grinder)

[Deeds]

Wednesday, cold but dry, but for a change no wind.

Ted woke me up with his singing this morning.  He’s really enjoying this “big boys toys lark” as he puts it.  As promised Graham (the farmer) arrived late morning with the angle grinder.  Out came the extension lead, and Ted plugged it into the circuit breaker, pushing the lead through the cat-flap.  After a quick “zizz” to make sure it worked OK he donned his industrial strength Darth Vader mask and took the grinder for a spin round the garden, or maybe the grinder took Ted round the garden: those of you who have met Ted will know he’s tall and thin, weighing twice as much when his clothes are wet.

The first post yielded to the grinder in a matter of seconds, and gleeful giggles were heard from behind the mask, soon to be replaced by a loud scream when he picked up the stump to throw it to one side (1st degree burns to hand).  After 10 minutes with hand under cold water, application of burn cream and a very small plaster, he re-dons mask, and gloves this time, attacking the remaining stumps with a vengeance.  Sparks are flying everywhere, including into the log store.

My protests that may be we should cover the logs before continuing were met with a loud sneer of derision, including mention of recent rain.  I was not entirely convinced, but felt it better to make a tactical withdrawal to make some tea.  After making the tea, answering the phone and feeding the cats, the screeching had come to an end, and I saw the extension lead being yanked back through the cat-flap slightly more rapidly than I had expected.  Ted came in for his tea mumbling about his hands throbbing, but the job was done.

Sitting in the living room enjoying my tea, I saw smoke drifting past the window.  As we have no near neighbours I thought it unlikely that someone had lit a bonfire, so I went to investigate.  The plastic covering of the log store was well ablaze; it’s next to the water butt, which had begun to melt.  With a resounding splash my feet were suddenly covered in very cold water, and now steam was mixing with the smoke rising from the side of the house.  In the main, but only at the bottom, the water won the battle.  Hose rapidly deployed and ten minute’s-worth of watering the log store solved the problem, and peace was restored.

We went back inside and, after a shower and a change of clothes, settled down to a large gin to calm the nerves.  Judging by the number of phone calls we have received since then from neighbours it would appear our new black streak on the tall white wall extending from the log store to near the roof is fast becoming a tourist attraction to rival other more expensive venues in the area.

Don’t miss tomorrows exciting instalment â€" erecting the frame.

[Deeds]

[Hyacinth]

;D ;D ;D

[mc55]

Deeds, LOL at your husband's antics ... he's definitely value for money  ;D ;D loving the stories, please keep them coming

[bennettsleg]

Brrrravo! Encore! Encore!

[scotch-mist]

;D ;D ;D
The sun newspaper was running an editorial looking for the next Rowlens, a few weeks ago,  hope you entered , Deeds?

This is a fantastic piece of writing, made all the more engrossing being true.

Keep it coming ;D ;D ;D

[MrsKP]

I had such a good smilie for this that i can't find, but the code for it was :fit: ......... it would have been so appropriate for your post Deeds.

i'm holding my sides crying ....... sorry   ;D

[katynewbie]

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Have the logs dried out yet?!!!! Just finished late shift and this tale is JUST what I need...hilarious!!!!

;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

[supersprout]

Can't wait! ;D ;D ;D

[Heldi]

brilliant!  can't wait for the next instalment

[littlegem]

they're not very logical are they, blokes? its a good job us lasses are here, although the men are too stubborn to listen! ::)