It’s 4.30 in the afternoon and we have been BUSY!!!
In the cottage, we were forever reinforcing or replacing fence panels, and in 2015 when we were on the boat, Hubby offered to help MOH when he tried to please his neighbour who was trying to sell his house and said the fence looked a mess. Things however went a little sideways in the measuring stakes and Hubby came up with a great solution.
In the heavy winds towards the end of last year, a fence panel was doing the dance of the seven slats and Hubby managed to secure the post with wire until better weather and he could do a proper repair. Our neighbour’s husband had already put in some concrete reinforcement posts so it was just a case of taking the rotten wooden post out and slotting a new one in.
In recent winds, the fence on the other side of her garden was flexing, but her neighbour refused to accept responsibility saying it wasn’t his fence. We’ve been here ourselves, and the general rule is if the posts are on your side, it’s your fence. She drafted a letter to put through his door, but didn’t do it as he is not a very nice person and she couldn’t face the conflict.
Sadly she was getting quite distraught and upset over it, so over a cup of tea we came up with a solution and donned our building hat personas this morning to do a repair for her. She was quite content to pay for the materials and what we’ve done is fully secured the new post on our boundary, and on the other side concreted posts in where necessary but not attached them to the fence. This will therefore stop the panels falling into her garden, and if matey moans about damaging his fence by putting posts up, our neighbour can quite honestly say they were not attached to the fence, and as there are no nail or screw holes, he hasn’t got a leg to stand on.
This took up our entire morning, and while lunch was cooking (third day of stew and we had it at 2pm), Hubby had a shower and we put the washing on, which has dried outside with no problems as it’s been quite a breezy day.
This afternoon we cleaned out the car and hoovered inside, finding yet another dog biscuit that Maggie had secreted. We also found the four bootees we’d bought when we were planning a trip down south as there were high infection areas of a disease that affected dogs paws and could prove fatal. Maggie only wore them out of the shop, but we’ll keep them for the next furbaby, just in case. Hubby is now washing the outside so that the car is presentable when we take it to the garage tomorrow.