Last week our fence started falling into our neighbour’s garden. We thought one of the bushes was pushing it over but after my dad trimmed it we realised that it was actually, with the help of masses of ivy, holding it up. So this is how I mended our fence.
Really we need a new fence but there is no point doing this until after the building work on our house is finished and at the moment I don’t even know when it’ll start so it’s time to make do and mend.
Our neighbours are lovely and have two small children so I really wanted to fix as soon as possible. So, despite enjoying a fabulous party on Saturday night I decided that Sunday would be fence day. As it was Remembrance Sunday (I paused at 11 o’clock of course) I decided to take my good old Grandad’s advice from his days in the RAF, he always told me to, “never let the morning after spoil the night before”. This is an ethos I have taken to my heart and often regretted.
Basically, this is how I mended a fence with a hangover.
Clearing the ivy off the wood was confusing – how can something be simultaneously holding something up and pushing it over? Some kind of ivy paradox was at work – I felt like I was in the the start of a cheap episode of Doctor Who, one where the alien is left to the imagination and they don’t visit any other planets. On the plus side it was also quite satisfying and the fresh air certainly did my head good.