TV is a funny medium. I dropped off to sleep listening to a report from the US about a murderer who stole a jet plane from an airport to make his getaway (CCTV footage was unreal) and woke to an Aussie bride to be trying to drop umpteen ponds to fit into her dream wedding dress just 6 weeks before the big day. Silly o’clock TV does make you wonder!
Any-ho, breakfast was to be at Tony’s place at 9.30am but Will and I were on the road by 8.00am which in hindsight proved a bit of a mistake. Firstly, being half asleep, I nearly lost the parking permit and then got shafted. Tony asked “Si, can you help with breakfast?”, showed me the kitchen and then promptly disappeared – could sell snow to Eskimos that guy! So with my trusty Italian “toaster”, the Lovely Rita, we cooked up some rather splendid Suffolk Black Bacon sarnies.
|Tony starts work on his Yew - before the heavens opened, as usual!|
The general plan for the day was for Tony’s large Yew to be styled. Well, Han’s Will, Mikey and I “hid” in the greenhouse to escape the cold but ended up stripping a White Pine. We were regularly visited by Tony Trump-pants (his arse was still no better!) and in the end we finally admitted defeat – the smell was rancid – and sort the safety of the house.
|Hans & I give the start of the event the "thumbs up"|
Before we knew it we were at the venue greeting our chums along with the new faces. Whilst everyone went to the Brown Cow for dinner Mikey suggested that we get a curry. Cracking idea so Will, myself and Mikey ordered one up and shot the breeze until the drunkards returned. Not to say that we didn’t partake in any of the falling down water but we were in a better state than some! Some work, but plenty of drinking, was done late into the evening with the “serious” work to start the following morn. Time for sleep!
Sleep-o-meter – 5.5hrs