Tree fellers wanted.

 

Hi Peter, do you think I'm pretty?

Okay, okay, this is what happens when you've lived with two women for three years. I'm back down to one now, as my daughter has moved out. I promise to be more masculine in future. Though, don't forget that the bible is not called the heterosexualble.

Okay, let's get on with it.

Sometime last night one of our trees split in half.

Quite a big, and heavy, branch fell off.

Shelley woke me just before 7am. She'd been out delivering our elderly neighbour's paper and saw what had happened.

I thought for a short time and decided to make a sign.

I thought that someone in the neighbourhood might be able to help.

A little later two Irish neighbours were out for a walk. They saw the sign and one said to the other, "Tis a pity that Sean isn't here. We could have applied for that job." Then they walked on.

It was approaching 8am and I had a busy day ahead. I decided to cut up the half tree and take it to the tip in my car. Boy, that big main branch was heavy, and too big to cut with a handsaw (which was all that I had), but I got the job done.

The end result.

I couldn't work out how to fit that big branch into my car. Then I remembered my double bass. I dropped down the front passenger seat and slid it in. It was actually much heavier than a bass, but my years of transporting a double bass around had finally paid off.

Let's celebrate the knowledge of double bass players!

A knowledge of bagpipes would not have solved this problem.

YES!

NO.