Garden. What garden?

The strong winds this morning, unseasonably from the North East, blew down the wire fencing around memsahib Allatsea’s precious flower pots. It wasn’t a pretty site. The chucks ate the lot, right down to soil level, then, seemingly climbed into said pots and scratched up the roots for good measure. Crikey, what a two and eight. A serious sense of humour failure followed. Never seen memsahib so cheesed off. Well actually, come to think of it, I have. That time I bought a tube of Smarties for her birthday present didn’t go down too well,  but that was ages ago.

The chucks are in her bad books bigtime so they’d better watch out.

One thousand Rottweil 12 gauge cartridges in 2006 was 96 pounds, now they’re around one hundred and sixty. Ouch.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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