Friday, November 7, 2008

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.
'Right. Mulch. I want mulch.'
'Mumble mumble you're a stupid fucker.'
'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?'
''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.



At November 8, 2008 at 11:09 AM , Blogger franzy said...

Welcome back. You've earned yourself a well-eared cup of tea.

What's on tomorrow?

At November 9, 2008 at 6:19 PM , Blogger squib said...

... but then after it's all working all the endy bits will pop off one by one by one...


At November 10, 2008 at 3:31 PM , Blogger Kath Lockett said...

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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