Monday, September 5, 2011
One of those weeks.
I don't know what I did to the universe last week, but it clearly decided I deserved a bit of a slap upside the head.
It all started with a bush of suspicious being. I believe this bush has been lurking in a sinister fashion at the bottom of our garden for years. However, since we only moved in in May, I have no proof. It could very well have sidled in through the back gate last week. To be honest, I wouldn't put it past it. It's sneaky. So sneaky, it's actually hiding behind another altogether more friendly bush of similar description. I wouldn't have known it was there, save for the fact that last time I was in the garden it smirked and rubbed its' branches together smugly. Oh yes! It knows what it's doing!
And, not content with tarnishing the good name of our garden, it appears world domination is its' principle aim. Its spikey little tendrils have begun to straddle the neighbours wall. It leers down at nextdoors' children. It's a bad, bad bush, I tell you.
Anyway, it turns out that this bush, a Yew Bush, is highly dangerous (incase you were preparing to ignore my warnings and give it the benefit of the doubt). Indeed, it's one of the few plants that can kill in the UK. Whilst I'm sure a daisy with a rifle might be scary, the lack of trigger finger means we can all sleep easy. It turns out that THIS bush can fell an army of horses without even trying. Cue abject panic on my behalf. Dogs, the neighbours kids and this bush should NOT hang out together. Anyway, after a long. thorough and stressful investigation; involving kids, dogs, and the odd passing cat being told to, 'stand back, there's nothing to see here.' And a very firm talking to from yours truly, it's sworn to me that it's only the seeds of its' berries which are truly a problem... and it'll keep those pretty much to itself. Phew! Thank goodness.
However, the latter part of the week was fairly desimated by; a large computer virus, a follow-up spat between said computer and my scanner, a dismal grinding sound coming from the washing machine (probably feeling mal-treated- Liam's socks HAVE been particularly volatile the last couple of weeks!) a telephone line that decided to give everyone the silent treatment, AND the ongoing saga of my rogue estate agent (yes I WILL name and shame- Kelway Law, you ARE absolute PANTS)
So, this post (and this picture) is slightly later in getting to you than I planned, but touch wood (or perhaps not, in light of previous paragraphs...) all SEEMS to be well now. Although, I couldn't be sure, but I THINK I hear a deep, leafy-sounding, laughter coming from out the back door...!