A productive afternoon

My parents came round for Sunday lunch today and my dad's a bit handy with a toolbox so when I spotted a spare broom handle in the garage I thought I'd enlist his help in using it to fly my Cross of St George which has been sitting in the cupboard under the stairs for about two years now.

"But how are you going to tie the flag to it?" asked Mrs Sane. "I'll get the drill" says I. After charging the drill (I do so much DIY I had to find the battery to the drill first which hasn't been used for so long it was dead) I got the old man to drill a couple of holes to tie the flag to. One makeshift flag pole. Sorted.

"But what are you going to attach it to?" asked Mrs Sane. Ah, hadn't thought about that. Send dad up the ladder to inspect the wood shuttering on the porch. The wood is strong enough to take the strain but the flag is going to drag across the roof and it's not going to last long. Back to the drawing board.

"I'm going to fix it to the kids play house" says I. Mrs Sane rolls her eyes and goes into the kitchen. Drag dad into the garden to fix it to the kids play house. Send him up the ladder again ... the wood is too thin.

Then we had one of those genius moments that only two fully qualified bodge job experts can have. You'll like this. Rotary washing line, folded up and tied tightly, fixed into one of those metal stands for parasols with the "flag pole" attached using strimmer wire and insulation tape. Genius!





Ok, it's not ideal and from this side of the fence it looks a bit of an eyesore but it looks good from the public side of our garden. In fact, it had been up less than five minutes before a gang-o-lads came walking past chanting England.