A Play in One Scene
Me: Hello Slasher would you please strim this area, the shrubs are obvious, the only things you have to avoid are these three plants (points to healthy Rudbeckia fulgida specimens that have previously shrugged off attempts by the Easter bunny, Clara Cluck, a JCB and tree surgeon to do them harm).
Slasher Sid: No problem, I will do that straight away. Do not fear, your precious plants are safe with me.
Short Interlude
Mrs George (laughing in a totally inappropriate manner): Has Slasher spoken to you yet? He has strimmed the plants you asked him to avoid.
Me: Oh dear, that is a shame.
Sound of wailing and gnashing of teeth as the horticultural ambulance approaches to take the victims to intensive care.
The End
Off The Edge Gardening 
Chelsea Chop?
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Yes that is exactly what I thought. They are strong plants and will recover well. He was very sorry, of course I forgave him instantly. Perhaps I should have held out for chocolate?
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Always hold out for chocolate! But an apology is good.
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I am far too soft! Next time. Will there be a next time ……..
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So funny! Slasher sounds like my son, who when I’ve asked him to help me, inevitably prunes the wrong thing(s). His excuse is that he’s color blind with green, but I’m not buying it!
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Sounds a bit dodgy to me! Thing is, I just thought “that is the kind of thing I would do”!
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You know, some people (I won’t name them) deliberately wash the coloureds with the whites so they will never, never be asked to do the laundry again.
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Perhaps!
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Perhaps you should take up strimming after all Gill!!! Back in the West Country. Did you see us wave when we passed last night? 🙂
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I was waving back!
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Rather than Sid why not call him Shorn?
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Why didn’t I think of that?!
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