MAN WINS!
Could the choir please break into a chorus of Hallelujah because we did it! The bush of hell, the leafy foilage of fury, the green shrubbery of satan, it has fallen!! All hail the blessed soil.
It has been an ongoing war for aprox 4 months. Since we moved in the bush has been the bain of our existence in the flat. It overtook the garden and made the flat look dishevelled. The landlord welcomed our plans to cull it (I think we deserve a rent discount personally) and so we set about it.
At first we were cocky. We thought mere spade and the power of the human hand would be enough to pull it out. We soon discovered this was no ordinary bush. Even when we cut all the branches off and pruned every single stem that had sprouted from the womb of the evilness. It resisted.
Cue. The chainsaw.
Bloke was on a mission. He was lain awake at night tossing and turning at the evil lurking outside. Father in law provided the tools, the rest was up to us mere mortals. It took 2 days. 2 long, trying, sweat and blashphemous days. Bloke had skin on hand worn away through the finest poundshop gardening glove. It got rough, I'm not gonna lie.
Forsooth today at aproximately 6.57pm, with a small audience of random passersby who had stopped to watch (bugger off!) the last stubborn, pigheaded, immovable root snapped. As I composed myself and tried to come down from my petrol fume induced high, the relief was palpable. We smiled, congratulated each other and looked at what was before us. Victory was sweet. Cups of tea all round and big toothy smiles! Gardening is the new nightclubbing.
PICTURES > (NB - blackberry camera does not do justice to the full scale of awe)
PSSST - COMPERS OUT THERE
THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR ENTERING THE SALLY HANSEN GIVEAWAY!!!!!! THRILLED WITH HOW MANY HAVE TOOK PART. WILL DRAW THE WINNER TOMORROW NIGHT.
Could the choir please break into a chorus of Hallelujah because we did it! The bush of hell, the leafy foilage of fury, the green shrubbery of satan, it has fallen!! All hail the blessed soil.
It has been an ongoing war for aprox 4 months. Since we moved in the bush has been the bain of our existence in the flat. It overtook the garden and made the flat look dishevelled. The landlord welcomed our plans to cull it (I think we deserve a rent discount personally) and so we set about it.
At first we were cocky. We thought mere spade and the power of the human hand would be enough to pull it out. We soon discovered this was no ordinary bush. Even when we cut all the branches off and pruned every single stem that had sprouted from the womb of the evilness. It resisted.
Cue. The chainsaw.
Bloke was on a mission. He was lain awake at night tossing and turning at the evil lurking outside. Father in law provided the tools, the rest was up to us mere mortals. It took 2 days. 2 long, trying, sweat and blashphemous days. Bloke had skin on hand worn away through the finest poundshop gardening glove. It got rough, I'm not gonna lie.
Forsooth today at aproximately 6.57pm, with a small audience of random passersby who had stopped to watch (bugger off!) the last stubborn, pigheaded, immovable root snapped. As I composed myself and tried to come down from my petrol fume induced high, the relief was palpable. We smiled, congratulated each other and looked at what was before us. Victory was sweet. Cups of tea all round and big toothy smiles! Gardening is the new nightclubbing.
PICTURES > (NB - blackberry camera does not do justice to the full scale of awe)
PSSST - COMPERS OUT THERE
THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR ENTERING THE SALLY HANSEN GIVEAWAY!!!!!! THRILLED WITH HOW MANY HAVE TOOK PART. WILL DRAW THE WINNER TOMORROW NIGHT.
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