Green Fingers

Finding himself at a loose end he decided to invite himself down to see the Pofydd in Aberystwyth. As a price for their hospitality he was however instructed to a) bring wine and b) be prepared to do some gardening.

To add spice to the weekend he decided to get the train over which was a real treat surrounded by the dregs of humanity. The highlight was the drunk woman (never a good sign when they are drinking neat vodka out of a coke bottle) who tried to engage him in conversation. She went so far as to pull his headphones out of his ears. This delightful creature ended the conversation with the memorable line "you need to lose some weight you fat bastard."

The Pofydd were markedly more friendly.

Saturday was marked as a day clearing the front garden and whilst Dafydd set about chopping down a tree (a subject to which we will refer) he was handed a rather posh looking Hoe and told to get on with it. His efforts in clearing the garden speak for themselves as does his sacrifice of rather nasty blister.

Meanwhile as we have observed Dafydd was cutting down a tree with admirable results unfortunately when Polly appeared to inspect their work she observed her surprise that he had chosen to chop down that tree, well we say surprise what we mean is horror. Dafydd will likely never forgive himself for picking the wrong one.

He had rather thought that this would be the extent of his efforts but come Sunday he was required to have a bonfire. An act of sweet cruelty as he is allergic to bonfire smoke.



That said a splendid weekend barely tarnished by the pact between them that they will not now drink until Christmas. We doubt he will last long.