The Tool Tree

I opened the shutters this morning to find the back garden full of scaffolding... bit of a surprise to be honest but it appears to be an occupational hazard of tenement living in these parts. There's been a fair rash of it over the past few months.

The blokes in the hard hats turned up a few minutes later and began the assembly process. Responses in the flat varied. Mrs B was none too pleased, what with our plans for a little spring tidying of the garden. The wee man, meanwhile, couldn't get enough of the entertainment during his porridge.

Me? Well you can't look a gift horse...etc.