Whatever can it be?
It’s a shoehorn. Very handy now that Helenandi are getting on and have trouble bending down!
Whatever can it be?
It’s an angel themed pencil – very Christmassy! Actually, the pencil shows Michael Angelo’s painting of The Last Judgement – when we all float up to heaven and get sorted into good or bad. This is less Christmassy. It reminds me of the time Helenandi went to see the Sistine Chapel and I did not see the most famous bit with the two fingers. I also remember that trip because we were massively over-charged by the nasty woman who sold us our bus tickets. Those were the days when different countries in Europe had different money – lira in this case. Memories! The pencil is unsharpened, which is GOOD.
I have grown this mystery squash on my allotment. You can just see my fingers at the bottom of the picture for scale. Helen gave me the plant but even she is not sure what type of squash it is. She suggested it was just a big courgette but it is not because it has a hard, waxy skin. I wonder if it will taste nice and when I should harvest it. Yet another Helenandjo Mystery waiting to be solved. Other open cases include The Mystery of the Balloon in the Garden and The Mystery of Which Moron Vandalised Our Trees – see previous posts.
Fresh from dealing with vandals entering my garden and attacking my trees, I was forced to deal with another intruder today. This!
A dreadful balloon, which had also come into the garden without permission. I don’t know which selfish four-year-old it belongs to but they too deserve to be fined/jailed – like the tree smashers -for letting a beastly balloon float willy nilly and into the garden of someone who loathes balloons. Thankfully the balloon was quite withered and old enabling me to carefully snip it with some scissors and defuse it. What next?!
Helenandi are seething with rage after someone came into our back garden and broke loads of branches off our trees!!! The prime suspect in this new case for Helenandjo Ace Detectives is someone from the industrial estate that backs onto our land. We suspect someone has attacked the trees because they somehow believed they were encroaching onto their property even though the poor trees were not doing any harm and we have been careful to get them professionally pruned so they do not overhang the warehouse that adjoins our garden. Some of the branches have been cut but most have simply been snapped as if someone had stamped on them. My finely honed detective skills also suggest the perpetrator may have actually come into the garden – some of the plants at the back look like they have been trodden on and there are what could be footprints in the soil. The ferms are decidedly flat. This is trespassing and against the law.
Naturally we have reported the tree vandalism to the police but fear they may regard this as a trivial matter like the time Helen reported a man for weeing on the trees in our street.
Our treemisery comes on top of another outrage concerning those very trees. This is what has happened to a new tree we had planted in our road last year:
Some horrible person thought it would be fun to snap it in half. This tree cost £250 and is now DEAD.
However, we are used to people damaging trees in the street but not in our own garden. All this adds up to a sea of despair and hopelessness. Black black black!!!!
I have just noticed that my last post about complaining to my bank was entitled “major victory” as was my post on November 1 last year about finally managing to order the correct freezer flap third time around having been sent the wrong one twice.
Helen tells me she too had a major victory this week after she finally managed to get the right jeans having been sent the wrong jeans twice – echoes of the freezer flap debacle. One thing people can never accuse us of is giving up.
I have won yet another major victory for common sense after making an official complaint to my bank about the way they handled an application for a new account.
To cut a long and very boring story short this required sending some certified documents. I sent them some certified documents but they were rejected because the person doing the certifying had not written exactly the right thing. However, when I rang my bank – let’s call it Grimace – they could not tell me exactly what wording was needed and this information was nowhere to be found on their website. I told them this was ridiculous and that I was being asked to do something but no one would tell me how to do it.
Today a man from Grimace rang me to say that my complaint had been upheld and they were giving me £75 for the inconvenience. I said the main thing I was interested in was that Grimace provided unambiguous guidance to customers on the certification of documents. However, what I really meant was: Woo! £75!
One of my favourite activities these days is reporting fly-tipping – a task made much easier now Sparrow Council has a new app. You simply photograph the fly-tipping and the app tells the council where it is and that they should come and get it. I report scores of incidents each month because, sadly, our road is the unofficial rubbish dump of Sparrow.
Today, I came across the most unusual case of fly-tipping I have recorded to date – two young men on a mattress. I was on my way to collect a parcel from the post office and was quite startled to come across the men who were fast asleep in a fly-tipping hotspot. It may well have been a fly-tipped mattress they were sleeping on as we get lots of those. Perhaps they saw it and thought it looked like a pleasant place to have a nap. I was in two minds whether or not to photograph them and report them via the app. Living fly-tipping.