Look at the state of our hedge. All up the driveway. It’s never been cut properly.
Mrs Iris Witten was talking to her husband, Rodney.
You work as a professional hedge cutter, and look at the state of the hedge on our driveway. Everyone else has beautiful manicured hedges and ours is a mess. It’s typical. You never lift a finger to tidy the hedge on our drive.
Rodney had a big tractor with one of those extendable arms with gigantic whirling blades. It could cut through hedge branches like they weren’t there. With his wife nagging all the time he might as well trim the hedge, even though it didn’t really need doing. His wife came to watch.
You’ve missed a bit there, Rodney. It’ll be an eyesore. You haven’t missed bits when you did the neighbour’s. And is that bit there quite straight? The neighbour’s hedge is perfect, so why are you doing a sloppy job with ours?
Rodney moved the arm of the cutter back.
Over here! Over here! instructed Mrs Iris Witten, pointing to a bit of hedge near her that she thought looked crooked. Over here! Over here!
WHOOSH went the huge cutter blades!
OOPS! What a terrible accident!
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Heh, heh, heh! I am not at all shocked any more by the end of your stories. This alarms me!
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You possibly have come simply to the conclusion that fiction is fiction… ! This story was rather inevitable; which is a characteristic I rather like!
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Whereas I have to stop reading these at night! They’re giving me nightmares 😱
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Delighted to have given your such nightmares!
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I read in the morning then go for a walk to shake them off 😀
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The fantasy final revenge of Richard Bucket….’scuse me…,,Richard Bouquet…
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😀 He was not one to hedge about, or beat about the bush!
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I’m might stop nagging about the branches of the tree that need cutting …
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No no – do continue to nag… please… please…
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Oh, alright. Gaaaaa ….
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Ha ha – I’ll have to stop back here when I need a laugh, Bruce. Best of luck to you…and thanks for reading my blog 🙂
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My pleasure, Laine!
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I’m watching an interview with YOUR Sam Neill, about the movie set in NZ: Hunt for the Wilderpeople. It looks like fun, and I love that accent.
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Sam Neill – in my opinion – can give everyone hope: even an ugly person can get to be a film star!!!
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He’s gor-jus!
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Sam Neill is ugly?? Anyhow, I had a good laugh. I too, expected this one. Yes, Richard Bucket was a mystery to me. Hyacinth was such a horror (my father refused to watch the show) and somehow she continued to get away with it, except with certain parts of her family that were immune…
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We should all meet and have a Hyacinth Bucket candelight supper!
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If we could push her out of the house before it starts!!!
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😀
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I’ll be that Elizabeth woman from next door.
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Then you won’t be able to drink out of the Royal Doulton china with the hand painted periwinkles,Yvonne, because you are always dropping things….
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The perfect role for me, obviously!
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Yvonne would be in for a smashing time!
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I’ll be the next-door pianist!!
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Perfect…absolutely perfect!
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I love big machinery. It serves so many purposes…
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Pea harvesters are particular useful!
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Indeed, such delicate mincing. Yet for truly taking the legs out from under one, there’s nothing like a corn harvester!
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😀 😀 But never (ever) wear a tie while working with any harvester!
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I guessed that one !(God know why)
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!!
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Inevitable it was, Bruce. Very well done, all the same
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I kind of like inevitable… sometimes. One public speaking trick I learnt years ago, was to let the audience think they’d worked it out before you said it!
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Blame it on the neighbour… why did Rodney do such a good job at the neighbour’s?
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Were they having an affair? One wonders!
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he must have been hedged in for too long…
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I have a feeling I smelt it in the title. The point here then is whether it was done on the spur of the moment or as an act of premeditation. Perhaps it was more a result of subliminal neural chemistry rather than subcutaneous itching of the frontal lobes. Either way, the author has a bewildering telepathic prowess over his fictional characters.
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Thank you! Telepathic prowess has a habit of becoming telepathetic!
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Oops.
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