Fucksake.
After much hedge trimmer action, I finally disentangled the collapsed fencing!
However, getting a million feet of fencing shifted on me own is a tad difficult.
Hooray! One 5ft section separated out.
Right, now for the big bit...
... wiggle, huff, puff, lift, shimmy, ah! And it's loose! Hold up... it seems to be heading in my direction in a most alarming fashion at a rather swift pace. I just has time to glimpse either a huge rusty nail or long sharp point thorn heading towards my eye!
IMPACT!
Ouch! Oh waily waily! Rush indoors, into the bathroom, clear away the torrents of blood.
Missed my eye by about 1-2mm..
Fucknuts. If it'd had me eye out, I could ponce about looking all cool in an eyepatch. But no - my eye is miraculousy saved by the narrowest of margins.
But not the Water Margins of Liang Shang-Po.
