The Garden Fence - proper Old Style support and chat!

Hard_Up_Hester

I spent yesterday with DD1 and the children, at one point I was sat on the sofa with dgs sat on my knee and dgd sat beside me with my arm around her. After a few moments I felt a weight on my other arm. The dog had moved over to rest her head on my arm.
We had a nice day, the children were all unaware of the previous nights drama apart from the 20 year old ex foster child who still lives with her, he just said ' I remember when I was the one the police came here for.'

Floss

HH its obvious that your DD runs a good family home if the older one lives there from choice xx

Cocketts

My two penn'orth on religion......
Let's not forget that Paganism was around long before Christianity. The word 'pagan' actually means 'of, or relating to, the countryside', 'country dweller' and those people lived their lives according to the seasons.
Many of our modern Christian festivals have pagan origins - Christmas being a prime example. Jesus was not born in a stable on 25th December but this celebration was offered up as an alternative to the midwinter solstice festivals.
Also, let's not forget that in the early days of Christianity, many, many folk were unable to read or write and sermons of doom and gloom and eternal hell-fire were the Church's way of 'controlling' the people'.
Unfortunately, paganism is often mentioned in the same sentence as wicca, shamanism and witchcraft but, at heart, is recognising the magic and wonder that is Mother Nature.
My 'church' is a clearing in the forest which is so perfectly green and quiet, apart from bird-song - it never fails to move me....
I would love to learn more about crystals and angels and have spent the past two days surfing all sorts of sites - it is, indeed, a feeling of 'coming home'.
Lilli x

monnagran

Morning all. Hot and sunny here. Same old, same old.

Have read back and found the posts most interesting. Can't remember who said what really, but what an interesting group you all are.

Who was it rescues exbatt hens? Was it Onebrokelady? Anyway, when I lived next to the farm they used to take on exbatthens. Oh my goodness, what a worthwhile thing to do. They used to arrive in a dreadful state, featherless, scared, not able to do any of the normal henlike things. They had to be taught to scratch. I recall one hen who was obviously experiencing sunshine for the first time. She laid down, stretched out her wings and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Then she rolled on to her back and gave her tummy a warm up, for all the world like a sunworshipper on Brighton beach.
The one thing they could do was lay eggs and they started immediately. They didn't live long but their last days were filled with love and spoiling.

I used to knit little jackets for the f eatherless ones, haven't done that for ages but might take it up again.

Hester. I really admire anyone who fosters. It's not what you do, it's what other people can do to interfere that worries me. The fact that one of your DDsfoster children chose to stay with her speaks volumes. I hope everything works out.

A good friend of mine used to do short term fostering along with bringing up her own three. She was very shocked when her youngest, about 4 years old, asked her anxiously when he would have to move away. He was so used to children coming and going that he didn't realise that it was different for him.

As for religions, faiths, beliefs etc. I think that extremes of anything can be very very dangerous. There are enough crackpots around already, we don't need more.
I suppose I'm just a blob, but a happy enough blob.

What does today hold?
A bit of ironing, a bit of tidying, a bit of minor cleaning.
Sometimes I wonder how I can bear the excitement.

THOUGHT FOR TODAY

Trust the wait.
Embrace the uncertainty.
Enjoy the beauty of becoming.
When nothing is certain, anything is possible.

LaineyT

Hester, am pleased to read that everything is much calmer today, I loved the mental picture of everyone, pooch included, coming to you for a little comfort x

humptydumptybits

Sarja wrote: »

Hi can anyone advice me, my neighbor has built an extention a few inches off our boundary line, the initial plan was that they would render it and it would form a wall on our patio with a fence from the corner separating our gardens which I was more than happy with, they have now informed me that they want a fence putting up tight against there extention to preserve the boundary line! This will make our patio area look awful, do I have to agree with this?

I'm not a legal expert so don't know the answer but I wonder how they will erect the fence without you letting them have access? If the extension is only inches from your boundary they can't do it from their side. I don't know if you have to give them access, I know my neighbour has to give us access for maintenance purposes e.g. if we need to put scaffolding up to repair the roof or paint and we have to let them do the same but I don't think I would have to let them erect a fence from my side.



Hope you get it sorted.

Islandmaid

Sarja wrote: »

Hi can anyone advice me, my neighbor has built an extention a few inches off our boundary line, the initial plan was that they would render it and it would form a wall on our patio with a fence from the corner separating our gardens which I was more than happy with, they have now informed me that they want a fence putting up tight against there extention to preserve the boundary line! This will make our patio area look awful, do I have to agree with this?

Going on from what Humpty said, maybe you could suggest they render 'your' part of the extension, and build their fence from the end of the extension, down the garden.

We built an extension that formed part of the boundary, discussed it fully with neighbours, we painted 'their' wall the colour they wanted and even put a nice trellis they wanted up, the fence runs from the end of the wall.


Our wall looks awful as DH just 'toshed' ours over as he's planning to Hardyplank it, and hasn't got round to it - but I hope you get the idea ps the neighbors didn't want planking, shame as then DH would have HAD to do it :rotfl:

Hester So, How are you enjoying peaceful retirement? glad things are more stable x

Just done weekly shop at Aldi, and lovely lady behind me in queue complimented me on my organisational skills with packing - she laughed when I said it was all down to my loathing of shopping and got me out the door quicker :T

12 days off work now - so tempted to sit in the garden with a G&T, but dinner might not get cooked then :cool:

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It's as hot as Hades here again today but luckily we got everything that needed to be outside done as early in the day as we could, currently this study is the coolest part of the house but later in the afternoon the sun will be on this side of the house and I'll have to go and inhabit the lounge again. I thank the person who invented the electric fan from the bottom of my being!!!

We've got another removals firm coming to the house next week to give us a quote, we filled in their online form and then heard nothing from them so He Who Knows rang them and got a flat refusal for the date we hope will be moving day but just after lunch we got a call from one of their reps saying there is a chance they may be able to accommodate us and they'll come and view and quote, brilliant! all we need , still, is for our buyer to actually sign the contract and for us all to agree the moving date. Patience I'm told is a virtue, trouble is today I'm not feeling at all virtuous!


Poor garden is a desert, we've given up trying to save anything but ironically the courgette, Oh happy days, in the polytunnel will not follow it's fellows and is still producing courgettes at an alarming rate!

VJsmum

Greetings from the south of France - also hot, also sunny.

Oh my dears, it's a social whirl here - my friend is more than a decade older than me and retired, she lives in a beautiful cottage along a valley which houses a lot of, mainly retired, ex-pats. They live here - at least in the summer, but some all year round - but it's like being on holiday. I arrived Monday night and so far have visited the market; met people for coffee; had lunch with other people; been swimming in a river; been to an HIT exercise class in a chateau (yes, with the retired people :eek:); been to yoga this morning with coffee afterwards back at the chateau; wangled a tour of the chateau (or at least a bit of it, it's a BandB); been swimming in a gorge; cycled a former railway track.

Tonight we are off to a pop up bar / restaurant with two more activity packed days before i leave on Saturday morning (but she's dropping me at the station early so she can get back to pick up someone for another yoga class...). It's fab...:p

Onebrokelady

monnagran wrote: »

Morning all. Hot and sunny here. Same old, same old.

Have read back and found the posts most interesting. Can't remember who said what really, but what an interesting group you all are.

Who was it rescues exbatt hens? Was it Onebrokelady? Anyway, when I lived next to the farm they used to take on exbatthens. Oh my goodness, what a worthwhile thing to do. They used to arrive in a dreadful state, featherless, scared, not able to do any of the normal henlike things. They had to be taught to scratch. I recall one hen who was obviously experiencing sunshine for the first time. She laid down, stretched out her wings and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Then she rolled on to her back and gave her tummy a warm up, for all the world like a sunworshipper on Brighton beach.
The one thing they could do was lay eggs and they started immediately. They didn't live long but their last days were filled with love and spoiling.

I used to knit little jackets for the f eatherless ones, haven't done that for ages but might take it up again.

Hester. I really admire anyone who fosters. It's not what you do, it's what other people can do to interfere that worries me. The fact that one of your DDsfoster children chose to stay with her speaks volumes. I hope everything works out.

A good friend of mine used to do short term fostering along with bringing up her own three. She was very shocked when her youngest, about 4 years old, asked her anxiously when he would have to move away. He was so used to children coming and going that he didn't realise that it was different for him.

As for religions, faiths, beliefs etc. I think that extremes of anything can be very very dangerous. There are enough crackpots around already, we don't need more.
I suppose I'm just a blob, but a happy enough blob.

What does today hold?
A bit of ironing, a bit of tidying, a bit of minor cleaning.
Sometimes I wonder how I can bear the excitement.

THOUGHT FOR TODAY

Trust the wait.
Embrace the uncertainty.
Enjoy the beauty of becoming.
When nothing is certain, anything is possible.

Hi ,it was indeed me who posted about the exbatts,I decided to get some chickens in 2011 then found out you can rehome xbatts vis the British Hen Welfare Trust who are based not too far from me.

I got my first group of ladies in July 2011 and they were a sorry looking bunch,I named them Esme,Gytha,Agnes and Magrat after some of my favourite female hero's ,I couldn't believe how sad they were and cried when I first saw them, however with lots of good food and time spent exploring the garden they improved in no time and all lived for a couple of years post rescue,Esme actually got to 4 years old before she went to the big coop in the sky,they were proper little characters and as well as providing us with more eggs than we could cope and gave us hours of entertainment

The first time I found one sunbathing I nearly had a heart attack because she looked like she had keeled over and died,I went rushing over to be met with a beady eye and a do not disturb look, Esme in particular used to like coming in the back door and lying in the patch of sunlight on the hall carpet and as main ringleader the others used to follow until all four were lined up on the carpet snoozing in the sun

I got those hens in July and in August I stopped eating meat and I haven't eaten it since,I miss it but I just can't do it after seeing how they looked when they came out of the farm ,the hens I have at the moment aren't rescue hens but ones bought from a local breeder, I had to have a break from the rescues because they had so many health issues it was costing me an arm and a leg in vets fees,I'm in debt up to my eyeballs so I had to stop but when I get myself sorted out I will have some more,it's such a worthwhile thing to do and they are such loving happy little characters even after being worked to death,the ones I have now are lovely but a bit snooty and I don't have the same emotional connection with them as I did with the batty girls,I've had a couple more groups over the years but I'm struggling to remember their names now,I will never forget the First Ladies that came though

The current hens are called Babs and Ginger and they used to have a partner in crime called Blanche who was rescued from a family who needed to rehome her as she was apparently being bullied,she was huge and I've no doubt it wasn't her so was the victim,they were going to wring her neck though so she came to live with me, she was like a tank and would just barrel her way to the front of any queue for food like one of Les Dawson's aproned ladies,I miss her still