Tree: day 2. I love Fridays as Dearly Beloved does not work that day in the summer holidays as he works extra hours for four days to earn a day off to be with me! The tree
blokes came back today and started the task of demolishing the tree trunk. It took a lot of sawing, wedges, heaving ropes and sweating and even Dearly Beloved went out to help or I think Grandpa boss and Kamikaze Kevin would still be there now.
We now have a massive pile of logs, which we will store until we find use for them.
There is one person who does not like change and is most put out by the whole event.
Tigger. He normally spends every sunny day asleep under a bush, near the cherry tree. He also like to hunt mice near there and to sharpen his claws on the tree. Whilst the dogs have sniffed the logs and piddled on them in total disdain;
Tigger has climbed on them, inspected them and
miaowed pathetically whilst on them. Perhaps he's a friend of the earth and is mourning for the tree?
As ever, whilst I type
Tigger sits on the sunny window sill but he is totally out of sorts.
Tree: day 2. I love Fridays as Dearly Beloved does not work that day in the summer holidays as he works extra hours for four days to earn a day off to be with me! The tree blokes came back today and started the task of demolishing the tree trunk. It took a lot of sawing, wedges, heaving ropes and sweating and even Dearly Beloved went out to help or I think Grandpa boss and Kamikaze Kevin would still be there now.
We now have a massive pile of logs, which we will store until we find use for them.
There is one person who does not like change and is most put out by the whole event. Tigger. He normally spends every sunny day asleep under a bush, near the cherry tree. He also like to hunt mice near there and to sharpen his claws on the tree. Whilst the dogs have sniffed the logs and piddled on them in total disdain; Tigger has climbed on them, inspected them and miaowed pathetically whilst on them. Perhaps he's a friend of the earth and is mourning for the tree?
As ever, whilst I type Tigger sits on the sunny window sill but he is totally out of sorts.
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