... And driven by cocks.

[hirez]

Well, obv.

The parents turned up for early Christmas malarkey, so I gave them a case of wine and we laid waste to the garden. Or rather, there was ten minutes of violent pruning (The bushes scream, etc), followed by some mug sawing up the huge pile of ex-bush into sections that would fit efficiently into the council-provided garden refuse sacks.

I ran out of light and grip in my fingers at about the same time, and there's still half a pile out there, lurking.

There's also the front to do, and then attacking the ivy that's now visible behind where the flowering redcurrant was.

(I'm turning into a stereotype Guardian-pilot)

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[aoakley.livejournal.com]

bushes scream</>

Was that Tales Of The Unexpected or Sapphire & Steel? Still haunts me to this day, that episode.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

It was a single by The Very Things - 'The bushes scream while my daddy prunes'. There was a video, shown once on The Tube.

[aoakley.livejournal.com]

Which, in turn, was based on a short story by Roald Dahl from 1949.

http://www.roalddahlfans.com/shortstories/soun.php

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

And was later an episode of Tales of the Unexpected. Very creepy indeed.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpgyVxP8OG8

[jendama.livejournal.com]

I am jealous that your weather is nice enough to allow gardening of any type! Save the redcurrant, make jelly!

Our ground has been frozen, and mostly covered with snow for quite a while. Our yard waste bin has been sitting idle since October and the service for it won't begin again until March.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

It's hack and slash so I can get at the ivy and cull that.

The currant bush is flowering rather than fruiting, which is a bit poor.