Nosey Parker

As readers may recall, we are still busy with Phase 2 (or is it Phase 3 – I can’t remember all this formal sequencing stuff) of the veggie garden-to-be fence construction project in the back yard. And (besides some lawn mowing on an unseasonally hot Spring day), I have been quite busy in the garage (inside, because of the unpredictability of the rain-showers when you least expect them) painting away at the first 150 of the 1.2 metre fence palings, of which there are 450.

The job is not all that technical and one can listen to the portable radio like a real tradey*, even down to the bit of galvanised wire for a makeshift aerial. The batteries are starting to run low, mind.

But besides having to keep a check whether the paint has dried sufficiently enough to allow it to be turned over on the trestles so that one can paint the reverse side (and two thin sides and top and bottom edges), there is also the question of an extremely inquisitive Labrador.

Benny can confirm that the paint on the underside of the plank is still quite wet, bloody Nosey Parker!

* Tradey. Kiwi term for a tradesman, as chippie (builder, carpenter), sparkey (electrician).