What a day!

The plan was to do work today.

That didn't happen.

Instead, we turned a water butt into a compost heap using a kitchen knife to start cutting up the tough plastic. (I couldn't find the saw, we're too cheap to buy one.)

Then, Tom found this lovely rusty saw in the shed. (I think I'm going blind.)

This is Piero cutting off the bottom.

Once the compost bin had been completed, positioned and half filled, we thought we should do work.

However, we had a sudden craving for iced tea. Still in a strangely Blue Peter mood we decided to make our own.

We walked to Tesco to buy lemons, came home and made it.

Our ice hadn't frozen though, so it was lukewarm iced tea, but still quite good.

I don't like tea (hot, milk etc.) but I really like iced tea. Dunno how that works.

As we were having a lovely leisurely drink of our homemade beverage we were rudely interrupted by a next-door neighbour ragamuffin squirting us and Tom's washing with a hose.

As it's been another baking hot day, we decided revenge was necessary. Our outside tap has been deactivated, so using our hose was impossible, therefore our arsenal consisted of whatever we could find; sandwich bags filled with water (which didn't explode on impact, they just opened), a large bowl (inaccurate) and a mop bucket (inaccurate and cumbersome).

Soon, the little tike had us pinned down behind our back door, squirting us in the eyes whenever we opened the door.

We decided reinforcements, tactics and better weaponry were necessary to win the war. Sadly, most of our friends were in town, enjoying the farmer's market, so we could not use their help or water pistols.

Luckily, Rosie and Roseanna live 20 seconds away, so with a bag of balloons, our weaponry became more accurate and reliable. They were also recruited to the war effort. As our numbers increased, the oiks also seemed to multiply and use their (their dad's) initiative and came round the front of the house. We were being pincered by CHILDREN.

In retaliation, we each took up different positions, attack is the best form of defence and all that. Two of us round the side, someone at the front door, someone at the back door, someone in the upstairs window that looks over their garden and someone filming the action.

Eventually, we began to beat them back, scupper their plans and get them reasonably wet. Sadly, their supreme commander (their father) decided enough was enough and told them to stop.

That definitely counts as a victory for us.

56 WMR: 1 57 WMR: 0

A victory over children is still a victory right?


To summarise my longest ever post; no work got done, a compost bin was constructed, iced tea was made, a lot of people (and the house) got very wet and a celebratory pie was eaten for tea.

To see a crazed, maniacal, wet student in the midst of war visit Pose's blip.

I hope you all had a good Saturday, 1st of October and hottest October day on record!