Savage garden
Today we were sorting out the garden a bit, M burning hedge trimmings in the back garden and me digging up a tree stump. Which sounds more impressive than it is, it's only a small tree stump, and I still haven't managed to get it out. Mostly due to a sudden popping noise in the background.
Oh, what happened there, thought I, and tootled round to the back garden to find it deserted apart from the bonfire burning away. I found M indoors, having had something explode in the fire and hit him. In case any of you are excessively worried, I'll get on and relieve the suspense - he's OK although with a very impressive bruise and nasty looking wound on his torso. Later on, I found the remains of a battery: it must have been hiding in a cardboard box he burnt, all unbeknownst. All in all, I guess he was pretty lucky in an unlucky way - could have been his face or one of the kids, who were playing on the trampoline.
I like a dull life, me. All this excitement is no good at all.
1 comment:
Excitement of that kind is sorely over-rated.
Glad he's okay!
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