Old guy lives in the first floor flat above |
Chop, chop, saw, saw, so satisfying... Tremendous fun! |
Just a little note of irritation though. When I am using my chainsaw or any other petrol driven tool I not only wear ear protectors, I listen to the radio and obviously can't hear anything else. Bearing that in mind, why do old-ish people walk up to one and talk as though one can hear them? It is bizarre. Not once, not twice, but three time yesterday I had to stop, put down the chainsaw, take off the ear protectors and take out my ear phones and say, "Sorry, I didn't hear a word of that."
I wouldn't mind but they don't even think to repeat what I obviously DIDN'T hear. Yesterday the worst one was an old guy who lived in the flat as shown in the top picture. The Conversation went:
"Muffled blah, blah blah blah blah."
I took about 10 seconds to get all the above gear off.
"(muffled) and it's great!"
"Sorry, I didn't hear a word of that."
"You should cut down those white trees."
(Those "white trees" are very beautiful white beech trees)
"No, won't be cutting them down, that would be a crime."
"Cuts out all the light, I say, cuts out all the light."
"I'm just cutting back the shrubs, NOT the trees."
"Cuts out all the light!"
"Well there's no way I'm cutting the trees down... Sorry I have to get on with my work."
He carried on talking as I put all my gear back on. I gave him the thumbs up and he carried on shouting for a bout another minute, even as I started to cut down the central 2/3 trunks of the sambucus - the large over grown shrub in the middle of the middle picture.
Bizarre...
Happy chopping!
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