Biggles, as you know, has been making bids for freedom over the last few weeks, and has escaped succesfully on several occasions.
So, it was time for all good men (and
My father, and my grandmother before him, had been keen gardeners, but round about the time of my mother's death in 2002 the old boy gave up interest in the garden, and basically neglected it.
What had once been a hedge was in a sorry state, but as this picture shows Graham, never having been a hedger of any description, making a bloody convincing job of it....
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