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October 2022 at 19.20
Fester
has returned safely from the Haymarket rapper weekend in Leicester. I made
him a cup of tea, he is making his tea.
But
before that he decided to put his uneaten-since-Friday
corned-beef-bread-bun-sandwich out for the birds; despite it being completely
dark out there and the back end of the back garden being replete with trip
hazards, including windfall apples.
I heard a
shuffling of grass, then a thud and voluble swearing.
I got my
torch out quick enough to see him haul himself up onto his feet, give up on
trying to find the birdfeeder hanging off the tree and light his way to the
bird table and back to the house.
He seems
unharmed apart from managing to get the inside of both legs nettle stung.
And of course the stupid bastard is wearing 'white' summer trousers; now covered in mud as is his shirt.
I wouldn't mind quite so much if it wouldn't have been a lot easier to do it tomorrow, in daylight, when there are birds about.
Oh and "I've buggered one of the boards of the raised bed."
Seventy years old, three f**king degrees, nee f**king nous.
Miss Doozer, Ernextdoor - in case you were wondering what was going on.
Mrs Quilt It seems if there's an obstacle Fester can fall foul of it!
Bentonbag Well it
makes a change from him banging his head on things I suppose.
Mrs Quilt My thought
exactly!
Mrs Lasagne Oh it could
have been a trip to the hospital not just the ground! Goodness!
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Fester has form when it comes to self-injury.
May I direct new readers, or old ones with a few minutes to spare (or kill), to previous blogs:-
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