Well, this week my husband bought a new chainsaw. You see where this is going, right? There's an old willow tree behind our garage, it grew with two wide trunks forking up into the sky. A couple of months ago he asked a mate of his, who owns a bigger chainsaw, to come round and take down one of the trunks. The chainsaw was bigger and better all right. It took less than fifteen minutes for them to bring down the tree, knock out the bridge over the stream and destroy a great big chunk of fencing. You would think this was a lesson learned. Nope. Yesterday, my husband took his shiny new chainsaw and went to tackle the rest of the tree. You could practically hear him grunting like Tim-the-tool-man-Taylor from Home Improvement. Actually now that I think about it, he has a lot in common with that character...
But I digress. He tackled the tree with a grin on his face that slowly faded as he saw where it was heading as it fell. We lost yet another section of fence, a gate, part of a bridge and a large chunk of the neighbour's shed. At least the sheep are happy. Willow tree makes a tasty snack.
|happy sheep and a trashed fence|
As you can probably tell, I'm tired and grumpy. It's been a heck of a week. From sleeping on the couch so my husband could nurse his teeny tiny man-cold, to dealing with the neighbours and their poor wee shed, to listening to the endless chatter of two bright little brains. I need a break. Actually, I need some sleep!
What about you, do you need a break from school holidays too? Does your life imitate art? Or am I the only grumpy one around here? :)