It's a big responsibility giving the holly trees outside my house a trim.

"You know that's how your house got its name." said a neighbour.

"No shit. Our house, called The Hollies, is named after the great big holly trees in its front garden. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.", said I (well, I didn't actually, but I thought it).

So, with the figure head of my house under the knife (or, in this case, electric garden shears) I have to be careful. One of the trees has been somewhat decimated by my over-exuberant trimming. I may need to rename the house "The Holly" if it doesn't grow back, but it probably will. The other tree looks good. I had to stand on the garden wall and lean over the prickly bits to get to the tops... this was fun, but not as much fun as trying to get down from a small patch of garden wall between a holly tree and next door's rhododendron. Luckily, I'm indestructable, and I can fly, so I simply flew down... a slightly hairy but otherwise comedy moment.

The neighbour came out to ask me what I was doing. "I'm training to be a Monkey." said I... and he went away none the wiser. Sometimes I wonder if I'm too clever for people, or simply completely off my head.