Saturday, 23 November 2013

Suburban trenches

With a house move in less than a weeks time I'm not surprised that thoughts of it have influenced my dreams. 

I was busy packing and cleaning our current house ready to hand it back to the landlord when my wife came in. 
She told me she had tidied the garden which concerned me as she doesn't do gardening. 

I looked out of the window to see that the normally immaculate front lawn had been dug into elaborate trenches. It looked like a scene from the First World War. 

Glancing at my wife who had a massive smile on her face, clearly proud of her achievements, I was opened mouthed and in shock. 
I picked up a shovel and started to walk outside wondering how I was going to cover it up. 

     
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