Hammocks, the wave of the future.

[davywavy]

Promenading around the palatial grounds of Stately Wade Manor* on Friday evening, glass of something fortifying in hand, I found myself thinking what a pleasant evening it was. "In order to make this evening complete, what the garden really needs", I thought, "other than a rose bower, a forelock-tugging retainer, a couple of fountains, a gallop, a maze and a scullery maid to romp with in the bushes, is a hammock".

So began Operation: Acquire Hammock.
This was hindered by the fact that the Rolls was nicked last week by a denizen of the local estate and, whilst the police have subsequently recovered it (and found that the theif was so mind-boggling stupid that they not only left their dabs all over it but also left their address book on the passenger seat, much to my hoots of derision), they've still got it impounded as evidence material to an ongoing investigation.
You might also be surprised how difficult it is to buy hammocks in the shops these days. Most garden accessories shops carry 'portable hammocks', which are rubbish, but eventually I tracked a proper, hang-it-from-two-trees hammock here.

And what an excellent purchase it was. Only a fiver and, in terms of quality of life, almost certainly the best fiver I've spent in as long as I can remember. An entire afternoon of reclining with booze and a good book in delightful weather. What could be better?
So that's my recommendation to you lot. Tired? Stressed? Borne down by the vicissitudes of life? Get a hammock. They're great, they're cheap, and the cheery feeling of contentment they afford is worth the effort.

Oh, and then I had my evening slightly spoiled by a particularly rubbish episode of Dr. Who. Shame.

^{*A description as accurate as 'Holy Roman Empire'.}

Comments

[medusa-nw.livejournal.com]

Great idea. Of course, I'd have to find a way to plant some trees in a 7th floor flat without a balcony first... ;-)

I had my motorbike stolen once by what I suspect was a little shit used to scooters, not a 600 CC Superbike. They crashed it 300 yards down the road and parked it in the basement of their block of flats.
Also, my flatmate at the time had his car stolen once, but we'd been clubbing that night, so the first we knew about it was when the nice policeman came knocking on our door at 11 am to tell us that it had been recovered. Turns out the gut that nicked it had just got out of prison the day before, celebrated by stealing a car, then, when he spotted a policar on the Vauxhall Embankment decided that the best way not to draw attention to himself was to drive away at high speed. *rolls eyes*

Now, you live in Battersea, don't you? Do you think all these instances were the same guy? Surely there can't be more than 1 person that stupid? Then again...

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

I was at the parent's house this weekend, which is in the country and has trees. It was delightful.
They don't particularly like the car they have at the moment, and so the ideal outcome would have been for it to have been found written off in a ditch with a dead theif in it. Sadly it wasn't to be.

[medusa-nw.livejournal.com]

Ah. But it wouldn't have made for an anecdote as amusing. Ineptness, always funnier than death. :-)

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

I dunno - if Plod had said "We've found your car, crashed into a tree and the thief died in the accident', I would have felt more sympathy for the tree than the thief...

[medusa-nw.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. Although I'd love to see the guy's face when they arrest him!

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

So would I. I'd also like to know where he lives...