Not the wrong spelling by the way...
Why is it, when you need them so badly, they let you down ( like men )? Been in the garden today, and found a split in mine which made my left foor squelch, and it was darn cold. To add insult to injury I had a stone in the other boot, only to find it was actually a dead snail. And then spade decided to decapitate itself on the second dig in the ground... so all in all a weird gardening day...Oh yes AND I almost lost an eye when the tree branch swung back as I stumbled over the headless spade!
Must remember to keep the wellies in the house NOT the shed...!
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Wellies and gardening woes....
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I have read the spelling tutors on hear can be a trite harsh, so maybe it will slip bye? Have you noticed though, you ALWAYS find the things wrong JUST when you need then the most?
The gloves with the holes in the wrong place..
The fork that wont stick in the ground because one of the teeth are bent...
Or the blinking rake that is as much use as a comb to a baldy man!
I have read the spelling tutors on hear can be a trite harsh, so maybe it will slip bye? Have you noticed though, you ALWAYS find the things wrong JUST when you need then the most?
The gloves with the holes in the wrong place..
The fork that wont stick in the ground because one of the teeth are bent...
Or the blinking rake that is as much use as a comb to a baldy man!
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Quote by Alexandra
Yep - my gardening gloves ALWAYS end up with a hole at the end of the index finger on my right hand!
Why? What are you doing out in the garden with the index finger of your right hand?
<<<< end Sarge mode >>>>
Been a keen gardener all my life: but only ONCE have I almost died....of fright!!
..I was digging up spuds ready to store them for winter. A cold day, so I had a big loose jumper on. Stopped to rest my back and noticed a small hole in one of the rows...interesting I thought, probably left by old moley popping his snout out for a sniff, as they do sometimes. So, I carried on,stick fork in, turn, put hand in to roots spuds out..etcetc...then I got to where the hole was, stuck fork in, turned, put hand in to root out...shaft me blind with a number nine bus...a nest of Field Mice!! running every which way--including one little bugger that ran straight up the arm of my woolly pully and down my shirt!! Absaloutely true. I felt the little thing pissing over my chest in terror-funny thing was, I was probably more terrified than him. Whacked lumps out of my torso as I felt the little sod scurrying round my my shirt off, and the damned thing was wedged in my belt. hoiked him out by the tail and lobbed him...lord knows where.
I'll never forget it..a big 16 stone country lad screaming in terror and being pissed all over by a 3 inch mouse!!
I'm now very wary of small holes in the garden...
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..I was digging up spuds ready to store them for winter. A cold day, so I had a big loose jumper on. Stopped to rest my back and noticed a small hole in one of the rows...interesting I thought, probably left by old moley popping his snout out for a sniff, as they do sometimes. So, I carried on,stick fork in, turn, put hand in to roots spuds out..etcetc...then I got to where the hole was, stuck fork in, turned, put hand in to root out...shaft me blind with a number nine bus...a nest of Field Mice!! running every which way--including one little bugger that ran straight up the arm of my woolly pully and down my shirt!! Absaloutely true. I felt the little thing pissing over my chest in terror-funny thing was, I was probably more terrified than him. Whacked lumps out of my torso as I felt the little sod scurrying round my my shirt off, and the damned thing was wedged in my belt. hoiked him out by the tail and lobbed him...lord knows where.
I'll never forget it..a big 16 stone country lad screaming in terror and being pissed all over by a 3 inch mouse!!
I'm now very wary of small holes in the garden...
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