Not really garden related, but it was outside - OH was doing something to the suspension on the rangie, I asked him what he wanted for lunch, it made him jump so violently, the spanner slipped and hit him in the face. When the swearing stopped, he came out from underneath the car, I took one look, handed him the kitchen roll, and told him to get into the car (my little fiesta I had at the time was fine), as it was clear he needed stitches in his lip (it was split nearly all the way through). He said NO, and went upstairs to examine the damage - against my advice, he doesn't do blood at all. There was a big thump as he passed out and landed on the loo. I gave him five minutes to come around, he was downstairs in about three, looking very green around the gills, and said nothing all the way to hospital.
What is it with Men, they get a paper cut and it's the end of the world, if they nearly sever a limb with an angry grinder, they think it'll be fine if they just dab some iodene around the edges.
I live in the countryside and have to "share" the garden with the local wildlife ....
Crocus-eating mice, soft fruit squirrels fiends, shrub prunning deer are all tolerated ... but the latest visitors are a family of hungry hares. They are lovely, but they seem to know when I've been on a plant buying expedition and show up to sample the new menu.
So ... in exasperation at the disappearance of every flower off my tulipa tarda and every pulsatilla bloom I've come up with a daft idea ...
I've found a wooden football rattle that my husband had as a youngster .. and I'm now seen legging it into the garden making a helluva racket when the hares come by ..... it has sent them running off and saved some plants. (Also gave a large tawny owl a bit of a fright!)
Husband thinks I've totally lost the plot! Luckily we've no neighbours or they'd be phoning the authorities about the crazy lady next door .....
Gardener and beekeeper in beautiful Scottish Borders
A single bee creates just one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in her lifetime
Good job you added that last para Bee witched cos I could see the men in white jackets coming for you. Must be an hilarious sight, no doubt done in nightclothes at times.
An 'outside' story, rather than gardening; when I was a child we lived near East Grinstead, very 'stockbroker belt' we had a lovely mongrel from Battersea dog's home who was a bit mad so we called him 'Bonkers'. Nearly every day he would escape the garden somehow, so the entire family would go out into the garden every night and shout 'Bonkers'. God knows what the neighbours thought of us.
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FG, how do we know Verd's not telling porky pies just to make us envious.
Found this thread really funny, at other's expense. The daft things we do.
It's only 2 o'clock.
Tina- in that case he'll have to get his coat...
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Not really garden related, but it was outside - OH was doing something to the suspension on the rangie, I asked him what he wanted for lunch, it made him jump so violently, the spanner slipped and hit him in the face. When the swearing stopped, he came out from underneath the car, I took one look, handed him the kitchen roll, and told him to get into the car (my little fiesta I had at the time was fine), as it was clear he needed stitches in his lip (it was split nearly all the way through). He said NO, and went upstairs to examine the damage - against my advice, he doesn't do blood at all. There was a big thump as he passed out and landed on the loo. I gave him five minutes to come around, he was downstairs in about three, looking very green around the gills, and said nothing all the way to hospital.
What is it with Men, they get a paper cut and it's the end of the world, if they nearly sever a limb with an angry grinder, they think it'll be fine if they just dab some iodene around the edges.
Well, it did happen outside MPP and, of course, it was your fault.
I remember when I was a lot,lot younger planting a bottle of that soapy stuff you get with a wand to blow bubbles beacause I wanted a bubble tree.
I live in the countryside and have to "share" the garden with the local wildlife ....
Crocus-eating mice, soft fruit squirrels fiends, shrub prunning deer are all tolerated ... but the latest visitors are a family of hungry hares. They are lovely, but they seem to know when I've been on a plant buying expedition and show up to sample the new menu.
So ... in exasperation at the disappearance of every flower off my tulipa tarda and every pulsatilla bloom I've come up with a daft idea ...
I've found a wooden football rattle that my husband had as a youngster .. and I'm now seen legging it into the garden making a helluva racket when the hares come by ..... it has sent them running off and saved some plants. (Also gave a large tawny owl a bit of a fright!)
Husband thinks I've totally lost the plot! Luckily we've no neighbours or they'd be phoning the authorities about the crazy lady next door .....
A single bee creates just one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in her lifetime
Good job you added that last para Bee witched cos I could see the men in white jackets coming for you. Must be an hilarious sight, no doubt done in nightclothes at times.
Hiya .... yes, there is a night shift.
I hang out of the bedroom window if the security light comes on and rattle for all I'm worth
.... could end in tears!
A single bee creates just one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in her lifetime
An 'outside' story, rather than gardening; when I was a child we lived near East Grinstead, very 'stockbroker belt' we had a lovely mongrel from Battersea dog's home who was a bit mad so we called him 'Bonkers'. Nearly every day he would escape the garden somehow, so the entire family would go out into the garden every night and shout 'Bonkers'. God knows what the neighbours thought of us.