Heavy Duty

Any job at HQ usually involves mud and dogs so here we see Benson and Shadow helping me sort stuff out in the annex in a desperate attempt to create more room and find useful things.

The reason why room had to found was that the stuff dumped in the stable needed to be moved because a horse now needed to use it because of adverse weather.

These bags of joy arrived and George who now works with the aid of a broom handle stuck up his jacksy managed to churn the contents into 

the almost final stage of converting the boggy mess of the area loosely referred to as the garden into something a bit more people and dog friendly. 

The area laid looked beautiful in comparison the the previous patch that had to be smoothed back into shape 3x before being abandoned to the ravages of animals. By the time it had dried 4 dogs 2 cats 1 peacock and a misguided snail had all left their permanent mark on the surface.

Not so this time, yours truly put gates, electric fence, barbed wire, searchlights and remote sentry machine guns around the new stuff which meant it stayed pristine. Noting got in, not even a snail.