Trent! I’ve watered your outdoor plants, mate. Haven’t done anything about the lawn as yet but we’ve been thinking about organizing some of the neighbours for a working bee. When Yon said that your yard was in dire need of attention, I must confess I didn’t really believe him, given that he was a bit drunk after cleaning our your beer fridge for you. But I peered through the cat hole yesterday when I was looking for the glow in the dark golf ball we lost the night before (don’t believe the hype about those golf balls- they don’t really glow in the dark, trust me). Anyway, while I was scanning your yard for the golf ball, I couldn’t help but notice that Yon was right about the shoddy state of your previously pristine garden. You’ll be pleased to know we got rid of most of the weeds. When I say we got rid of them I mean they’re stacked up by the back door because I couldn’t fit them in your wheelie bin. Probably because we’ve been using it to get rid of all the leftover Christmas paper, hambone and turkey carcass. And beer bottles. I once would have said I was vigilant about recycling but my family drank so much beer over the holidays that the empties filled both of our recycling bins to overflowing. So lucky you’re not here really or you might have wanted to use your bin for your own rubbish- and while we normally chuck our excess crap in your bin even when you’re here, you probably haven’t even noticed because I’m very stealthy when it comes to late night garbage offload. I’m not going to lie to you, Trent. We can’t really claim all the credit for the weed removal, unless you count making the phone call that got the ball rolling. The six foot weed that was threatening to overtake the area just left of the back door and might have soon blocked all sunlight coming through your kitchen window was actually removed by half a dozen cops, who looked like they knew their business. They even wore blue latex gloves at all times, probably to avoid injury from thorns or similar. As an extra service they even removed the garden refuse- and although I’m horticulturally challenged and have no idea what it usually costs to take a shitload of leaf and bud to the local tip, I think we’ve probably saved you some money there. You might want to send those boys a thank you note. They’ve left a business card attached to your back door fly screen so you’ll have no trouble getting in touch when you come home. You’re welcome.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 07:26:46 +0000
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