He thinks I'm Eric Idle or John Cleese.
I'm cleaning the bedroom when he calls up to me, 'Will you come and help me, please?'
I obediently trot outside and he says, 'I just want you to pull this tree down.' Yes, he's up to his lumberjack tricks again.
These conifers have grown out of control. He's trimmed them in the past but they need serious pruning as they keep a lot of light out of the garden. Hence Husband is spending his spare time up a ladder, chain-saw in hand. 'Here, wrap this rope around you. I need your 9 stone to stop this quarter of a ton tree falling into next door's garden.'
I try not to watch: it's far too scary. Even when I was pulling on the rope I kept my eyes averted. But all went well and one tree is now in branches on the floor. At least the top of it is.Only 3 more to go ...