Friday Night with the Wild Bunch
I am five weeks in to a six week prac. I'm learning lots and enjoying it, but coming home absolutely jatzed every night.
Today was a day off due to the school closing, and how do you think I celebrated? That's right, cocaine and loose women.
That is what I like to call mulch and dripper irrigation systems. Yeh, I know, you can lead a horticulture but you can't make her think.
Actually Roger, my father-in-law, did most of the dripper installation. I just dug holes and shifted seven trailer loads of mulch. Lucky the local landscapers had their best men on today.
'Hi, I'm after a weed suppressing mulch that is cheap and longlasting, but mostly cheap.
'Ug.'
'Right. Mulch. I want mulch.'
'Mumble mumble you're a stupid fucker.'
'What?'
'I said any of those will do' (points at sky).
Surely there is a happy medium between over enthusiastic 'you're not leaving here without buying something' sales staff and those who are obviously deeply offended by your mere presence?
'Are they organic?'
'Mumble'
''Cause I need organic for the rebate.'
'Blast your eyes pine chips I'll eat your liver.'
So we settled on pine chips then, dug in pavers as a border then planted some more seedlings with come cottage mulch, native fertiliser and compost. Roger tinkered around putting in the drippers while Knickers and I covered what had once been dirt, weeds and dying lawn with the mulch.
Meanwhile Daphne, my mother-in-law, had been looking after Pudden and running interference on Noodle - to stop him helping.
After eight hours of hard labour the new garden beds looked great. We thanked the inlaws profusely and celebrated with a well eared cuppa, then turned the drippers on. No drips, but a spreading puddle from somewhere deep under the middle of the new garden bed.
God why can't stuff just friggen work?
Couldn't face more digging tonight, so I watered the seedlings in with the watering can, (which I'd hoped never to have to use again) read a couple of stories to the Noodle, and collapsed on the couch - from where I've only just dragged myself.
Seriously thinking about going to bed now.
Labels: garden
3 Comments:
Welcome back. You've earned yourself a well-eared cup of tea.
What's on tomorrow?
... but then after it's all working all the endy bits will pop off one by one by one...
:-)
What Squib said. And then the dogs will take a liking to eating those plastic bendy drippy things once you've finally got them working.
And hardware shop workers? Either stoned illiterates or stoned uni students - unhelpful either way.
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