...With my garden! On Sunday I could stand it no longer. For three years, Hubster has trudged, tripped and cursed his way around Jurassic Park hanging out the washing on a line suspended 6'6" above the plants. It was clear the washing line needed to go.
I replaced it with an extendable line, screwed in to the apple tree at one end and a miserable ash tree that not a single resident will miss if it "accidentally" falls down at the other end. This now means Jurassic Park never has to cope with having knickers unceremoniously dangling over it, and more crucially, we don't have to worry about our upstairs neighbour soaking the laundry when he waters his plants!
So I've interspersed in this post some photos of Jurassic Park, approaching its absolute peak. Enjoy. I'm going to go outside and embrace my unemployment with a margarita and a good book.
I replaced it with an extendable line, screwed in to the apple tree at one end and a miserable ash tree that not a single resident will miss if it "accidentally" falls down at the other end. This now means Jurassic Park never has to cope with having knickers unceremoniously dangling over it, and more crucially, we don't have to worry about our upstairs neighbour soaking the laundry when he waters his plants!
So I've interspersed in this post some photos of Jurassic Park, approaching its absolute peak. Enjoy. I'm going to go outside and embrace my unemployment with a margarita and a good book.
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