On the left is the connection cover of the storm water drain. On the right is where my storm water drain should connect to it. The connecting collar has disintegrated and I have a hole in the ground instead.
I should have put a measure in this photo as the cover is about 40cm below the level of the surrounding grass. The mess in the background is my laughable rockgarden. I haven't been near it since hernextdoor came in to complain about the noxious climbing weed which wasn't mine and thanks to her, the wheelie bin ran over my foot and took my big toenail completely off.
The little guy spent about an hour just digging yesterday, first to find the cover then to find the broken pipe. Believe me that's a heap of dirt piled up under the lemon tree. Thirty years ago that cover was above ground which is why I remembered it. Little guy asked if I had kids and should he make the hole safe. Sweet thing to think I was young enough to have small children. Mind you when they were doing these drains I could never keep the swines out of the holes.
So, 13 degrees this morning and I'm sitting in a chair to protect the precious Bear from falling down the hole. He's already snacked on grass ready for a revenge barf because I'd just put flea lotion on him after getting an arm full of flea bites last night. Notice his lovely new diamond and blue velvet collar?
Can you see the eyes? They're saying "There's that bloody woman with that camera again"
Aha, something new. I'll take my time and creep up on it and that's what he did, with me freezing my bum off in a chair while he stalks a hole in the ground.
Through the lemon tree, stop off for a spray on the rose geranium. Thank you, must remember not to put that in the potpourri.
I haz a hole! And with black dirt, so fetching on my white coat. I missed a shot here where he lay down in the dirt to play with the sand cascading into the hole. I may or may not have been trying to find a lemon to throw at him.
The ears are back, the message must have gone through, "If you go down that hole, I'll bury you without kibble". Just look at all that lovely dirt and I have a white doona cover on the bed where he's going to spend the afternoon. If he doesn't barf up grass and expect me to change it.