Trees Come Down

I bike again. While L reveals that she actually feels much better after our bike ride on Sunday. I assume she means about cycling in general. She’s re-read the 700 orgasms article and is looking at bike lights. Which all sounds promising.

Today is the day the trees come down and we have a couple of men in the garden wielding a chainsaw. L stays home to protect the boys. Although MD is apparently sitting by the door, eager to get out there and protect everybody or perhaps he can just see a ball throwing opportunity.

Their gift to us at the end of the day is a totem pole

It's quite artistic, perhaps we should keep it?

I have to hope that MD isn’t totally shattered by all the activity as I need him lively for dog training tonight. 

(Wednesday 23^rd September)