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Utopia (asleep in the sun on the deck) was rudely shattered when some burly men with large machines invaded my property. I kept them at bay as best I could, but really I wasn’t seriously going to argue with a chainsaw so I eventually let them be. Carnage reigned. They nuked every bit of greenery on the property (P and the Greek insist it was only the ladder-ferns but there couldn’t possibly have been that many) leaving a landscape that looks like it’s been the target of a napalm attack. Down side is that every trace of previous dog and cat pee has been eradicated which leaves it all a little sanitised really. Up side is that TBC’s hideouts are now scarce at best, and I have an interrupted view of Toast (the neighbours cat – large, man-eating tabby) whose downfall I plot on a daily basis. Also on the upside was a toy-box full of new toys which the attack unearthed. Amongst them was what the Greek calls a rugby ball, but it makes a fearsome shriek whenever I bite it so I swear that there’s something alive inside. Needless to say it absolutely terrifies me and I’ve learnt to give it a wide berth. Will stick to my pony!
