NOT....On The Trail Of The Lonesome Pine!!

There are days of course when the boy Bing finds the ancient old bloater a bit of a trial.

The lad is up for being ‘out and about’……

whereas, the aged guv, having taken a look out of the window has decided; despite the beauty of the forest calling down to us from the hill; the month is still mighty chilly.  Even a decent old coat will not serve to cheer me, if we venture on a ramble o’er the familiar trails!

We have reached an impasse, and I fear for once I shall have to be firm.  

What it is to be young and impervious to cold in all its forms.  The aged ‘Londoner’ has reached an age when, venturing out on chilly days is not a joy...despite the companionship of you know who!

I have ‘busied’ myself in the study, by making new piles of paper, and listening to a delightful new recording of the Mozart Clarinet Concerto…….the lad has popped his head in now and then with an expectant look on the noble visage, but the old duffer has appeared to be engrossed in his ‘tidying.'

Finally, as the morning has cheered a little, I decide that there are jobs to do in the garden, and this will at least mean the boy Bing can come and ‘help.’

We have recently, had some very large trees removed, which means there are various bits of shrubbery that have been disturbed, and therefore need trimming.

This is not a difficult job, but the interest taken by the lad in my cutting and placing the bits and pieces in a refuse sack, becomes something of a farce, as he likes to inspect each cutting - which entails wandering a few yards away and nibbling the wood.  This in turn gets placed on the lawn while he returns for another piece from the sack!

I am reminded of the Laurel and Hardy scene, where they're doing the washing up…Hardy carefully washes a dish, which Laurel takes great care in drying, before placing it back on the side of the sink where the dirty plates are, Hardy then picks it up and carefully washes it again….and so on!

In short what should have been a ten minute task becomes somewhat more, and the whole venture turns into me chasing the boy as he pinches another branch from the bag!

Finally the job is sort of done, and having binned all the cuttings in the main recycling wheely bin, I decide it’s time for a cuppa. Naturally, by the time I reach the kitchen, Bing is sitting patiently beside his Bonio tin!!

Woof!