|(This picture is NOT my garden. For some strange reason I cannot transfer pictures from phone to blog.)|
Hedges are the bane of my life and my garden is surrounded by them. Don’t misunderstand me, I love them. Only trouble is I can no longer cut them down to size. The guy who cuts the lawn doesn’t cut hedges and for some time I have searched for a man or men who will cut them to a reasonable size.
I approached quite a few by phone and a lot said they would come round and see what was needed…. only they didn’t. Nary a one, as the saying goes. What is it with people these days? They advertise their services and don’t follow up. How they earn a living is beyond me! I had the same problem with finding the gutter man, if you remember.
But back to the hedges. I spotted an advert on line and decided to risk another silent refusal. Instead of using the mobile phone number, I chose the number that was obviously his home. A nice lady answered and said she would pass my request onto her husband. That was yesterday. Today, I got a call. That in itself was progress. The caller was dead keen to take on the work. He is coming next week to assess what needs to be done. We fixed a time and date and I noted his mobile number.
Is my excitement normal or should I wait a bit longer before jumping for joy?