There comes a time in every single girl's life when she longs for a man. Not a soul mate or Love of Her Life, but just a man with two arms and two legs and a box full of tools. The last time I felt this pang of need was when I finally reclaimed ownership of my Tivo and the task of wiring it up didn't appeal to me. No one magically appeared and I managed on my own. *sniff*
As summer has progressed my need has grown once more, but this time for a man with two arms, two legs, a step ladder and a hedge trimmer.
The house that I live in is dominated by a hedge. This isn't just any ordinary hedge. This is a super-beefed-up-don't-mess-with-me hedge. It grows so thick and so fast that my living room was losing daylight - seemingly on an hourly rate. And I have tangled with this hedge before and know from experience that blunt shears are no match for it.
So I sent a call out to the Universe: "UNIVERSE!! YOO HOOO!!! HEY! SEND ME SOME HEDGE TRIMMERS WOULD YOU? PREFERABLY BEFORE THE FRONT DOOR IS COMPLETELY BLOCKED. OH, AND ATTACH A MAN TO THAT, IF IT'S NO BOTHER."
There was no reply. None of my friends (male or otherwise) have hedge trimmers. But the living room wasn't getting any lighter, and so, without much choice, I decided to tackle it this morning.
Now, the thing is, this hedge grows so quickly and is 5 foot thick - 2 foot of that is over the window, so I decided to cut it right back to the wood, past the window. Oh, and did I mention that the hedge is 8 foot long and 7 foot high too?
Anyhow, after hacking away for half an hour, half filling the brown wheelie bin and barely making a dent on the hedge, I made the following decision: let's not do all of it in one go.