The fence along the south side of my extensive plot of land fell over yesterday. But!
It may not be my fence. I dunno. The posts are mid-fence with the panels running between them. I have dispatched a minion to find the land deeds for Chez Boredofjam.
Mr Colin has promised a visit to survey the damage and prepare his invoice, mentally, whilst standing in my garden drinking a large coffee enhanced with a generous slug of my finest cooking whisky.