Fencegate. Today is the day when the fence is replaced. After years of its crumbling structure slowly decomposing into the flowerbeds, Mr Fencer arrived in his yellow truck. Within an hour and just before I headed off to work, he'd got the panels down. Which wasn't difficult as they pretty much fell down once he began. By the evening there was a veritable pile of wood on the lawn and what a rag tag and bobtail sight that is too. This wood had a Jekyll and Hyde feel to it. A single piece of wood demonstrates this. From my neighbour Rogers side it didn't look too bad as he painted it frequently. Neat and tidy. Yet the same piece of wood from our side looked like something from Stig of the Dump about to be consumed by nature. Humm! must do better with the new fence.
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