Mr B is feeling somewhat bereft.
No, I promise, I am not withdrawing all his treats. I even bought him a packet of his favourite McCoys crisps today, containing two Bacon
Sizzlers, two Flame Grilled Steak and two Chargrilled Chicken flavoured crisps. This despite the fact that I am trying to be really, really good about my calorie intake and need to remove all temptations from my path.
For the last several weeks, there have been no fences between us and our next door neighbours while we have been awaiting the arrival of Fences 'R' Us. Which isn't their name, you understand, except for the purposes of the Daily Blog which likes to
indulge in (not so very) imaginative nomenclature every so often. Our garden, and that of our next door neighbours and our next door but one neighbours have been one great expanse over which the neighbourhood Brer Fox has been free to roam at will.
The lack of a dividing fence might have been a problem at the time of our Golden Wedding Afternoon Tea were it not for our neighbours filling gaps with beautiful plants in pots and I, with a little bit of help from Team
Baldwin, stringing colourful bunting across the widest opening to mark the boundary. We did think Faris and The Twinkles might rampage through next door's garden as well as ours in the interests of exploration but fortunately they found enough to entertain
them without setting out into the Wide Blue Yonder. Also known as Next Door's Garden.
For Mr B, like Brer Fox, this has been little short of a remarkable Period of Transition. As regular readers well know,
my Mr B is a sociable type so it has pleased him no end to be able to watch out for the exact moment when our lovely neighbours emerge from their house so that he can struggle into the garden, hail them with his walking stick (a perilous movement but so far
he has not come a cropper, despite a few near misses) and engage them in scintillating conversation. Okay, I am not absolutely certain how scintillating the conversation is but, let's face it, it must make a welcome change from my Witterings and Twitterings.
What our poor neighbours make of the Chatty One has not been recorded but, bless them, they seem to be handling the situation with considerable grace.
Over this past week, however, fences have been erected,
panel by wooden panel. On the warmest days the workmen have stripped down to their shorts, which left at least one of the ladies of our Nomination Whist group on Wednesday afternoon all a-quiver. I have to say that she wasn't concentrating on the cards in
her hands - even when I reminded her that we are approaching the end of term, when the Scores On The Doors will be announced. Not that anyone is ever Named and Shamed, not in our group. Anyway I couldn't blame her for some shameless gawping, given that her
only other diversion is the monthly U3a "Singles Lunch" where the women outnumber the men 6-1 and where even the few males are of a Great Age and most unlikely to strip off their shirts to display their Tattooed Torsos.
It has been somewhat noisy out back over the past week, what with the inevitable Music While You Work and the use of dangerous looking electric tools to remove embedded tree trunks and old concrete fence posts. I do enjoy watching other people hard
at work. Amazingly one day a baby dove nestled down at the back of the garden, completely unfussed by all the commotion. So beautiful it was, staking its claim to the garden, come what may. I'm hoping it will return, and thrive, and grow, once peace - and
the fence - is restored.
Today is our first day looking out over a newly-fenced garden. Mr B ventured out first thing, returning to tell me, sadly, that it won't be so easy to converse in future with our neighbours,
given the height of the fence and the new-found privacy it offers. I tell him that I am sure they will miss his appearances on the patio as much as he does and that we will all doubtless find other ways to maintain our contact, given how we have bonded over
the weeks when our gardens were more or less merged into one.
There are, after all, no fences between friends.