Yesterday morning I woke up to find the estates trailer dumped outside my (new-dont-spoil-their-view-50%-less) garden with the remains of my beautiful Norwegian Fir. She was about 16ft tall, stunning, lots of new growth on her that always looked like candles to me. I had had her for about 12 years, maybe more and she had originally been decorated ( Read more... )

So much from today. Horrible, terrible and ok-ish. Such anger and fear. One heart stopping moment when I saw the digger go up to the cats graves and go down. It was collecting the remains of my hacked down buddleja but because they've said the wall may or may not come down, the cats graves are not safe. It's one thing a gardener digging them up, ( Read more... )

The worst left until last. I had No idea whatsoever this was going to happen. I had been told just the night before that my garden would be going even further up-to the wall end corner. No. The chain saw started up and suddenly the branches of the buddleja were coming down, my special Black Knight buddleja and another one. One minute there, next ( Read more... )