A water butt is for the most part an inanimate object and one that under normal circumstances we would ignore. A flying water butt is something else entirely. Aristotle was most concerned to watch the water butt fly down the garden and settle rather precariously against the fence. It was my Mistress’s fault. She didn’t throw it down the garden or cause the storm that took it of its own accord, however she was the one who failed to empty it of most its water for the winter causing it to spring a leak and be no longer able to hold water. I suppose in fairness had she emptied it then it would still have flown down the garden so she probably isn’t really to blame. Although the fact that water spurts out at the bottom as fast as it goes in at the top is most definitely her fault. Once things calmed down we were faced with retrieving the various pieces of the water butt and its stand to see a) if it was all there and b) whether the leak was repairable. I said buy a new water butt, but my Mistress said there was no point in having tubes of silicone sealant if she didn’t get to use them from time to time. The last I saw she was trying to work out exactly where the holes were while armed with a sealant gun ready to strike.
What was more alarming was seeing Mistress disappearing into the store room at the end of the garage and hunting through a cupboard. This is usually the first sign of impending DIY. I did ask what she had in mind and she simply said that she was going to take the opportunity, while Megan is away, of catching up on a few jobs. I hadn’t the heart to point out that given she’s having her hand operated on the week she gets back she won’t be catching up on very much for a while.
Alfie Dog with a little help from Rosemary J Kind alfie@alfiedog.me.uk
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