Gosh it's busy down the bottom of our garden what with foxes, pigeons and an Apprentice, all hell bent on destroying any vegetables I am nurturing. The Apprentice is building a shed. He firstly needs planning permission - but he ploughs on (quite literally through my beans) regardless. He rang Wandsworth Planning Dept who told him that as his shed will be in a conservation area he needs to send them the odd measurement of the proposed structure. He has prepared something that looks like a dissertation with front side and rear elevation drawings with photos of the existing tumbledown shed and next door's shed and the dog. He then cut down a tree and retook all the photos - so nobody thinks we are cutting down a tree to erect a shed in a conservation area. What it all comes down to is how near you are to your neighbours' fences. I don't really think planning consent is vital but it keeps the Apprentice occupied.
The lions are now all painted and will be varnished tomorrow. I have named them Rory, Lionel and I've-Had-Enough-Now. I will show you soon. Gosh, Mr Smith will be pleased to see them go. They are taking up a great deal of space in our house and he has to perform acrobatics to get to his golf clubs.
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