The Laurel Tree, a can of energy drink and a hand saw

So after my initial burst of enthusiasm and work in the garden, I am afraid the Great British weather kept up tradition and presented itself with a couple of weeks of traditional dismal, grey and wet weather.  I have to admit that much wasn’t achieved in this period and so by the end of it I was literally ‘chomping at the bit’ to get out into the garden and continue with my makeover.

Trist had popped out with Will one sunny, Saturday morning and armed with an energy drink and a hand saw, I decided to tackle the Laurel tree.


What started out as a 25 foot + tree when I started soon started to shrink in size and stature.  I knew that I was going to be in sooooo much trouble when Trist came home so, my only option was to get as much down as I could before I heard the van approaching.

Within the space of a couple of hours I had made, what I felt was really good progress and then I heard it.  The sound of a T4 pulling up on the drive and I knew I was in for a severe ticking off!  It wasn’t so much that I was chopping down the tree, it was more to do with the fact that my Husband knew I would expect him to put all this garden waste in his precious T4 and it was inevitably going to make a mess.


To be fair to him, Trist’s first reaction was “Wow, fair play!” and then the realisation of the tip trip kicked in and his next comment was “that ain’t going in my van until it’s chopped up!”

So, I carried on for the rest of the day, entirely on my own determined to get as much of the branches off as I could.  By the end of the day, my hands were covered in blisters and my once clear garden was now full of Laurel branches 🙂

The branches and leaves had literally taken over every part of the garden!  In order to maintain domestic bliss (!) I spent the next couple of days cutting down branches and bagging everything up.  I then made 3 trips to the skip myself (I only have a VW Golf!) trying to remove as much of the small pieces as I could. This left the bigger branches for Trist to take to the tip for me, as I physically couldn’t a) get them in my car or b) lift them.

Even though it was entirely obvious he was not happy about it (don’t think he spoke to me for about 3 days) credit where credit’s due, he took the bulk of the wood to the tip for me.

Now, all I need to do is bribe him into removing the “stump” for me 😉





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