Builders and bloops

Before I locked myself in for the night, that is of course when dusk starts falling, I went over to see if the fence was indeed closed up well enough to Keep Skramunkel in, but found the Haarlem Lover, that is of course Don Juan the spotted bull and his harem lustily tearing down the peach trees trying to get to the peaches that was coming on so nicely! It is just amazing how this lot are always just at the right spot, as, should I forgot to close the gate, within minutes this lot would be inside, munching away on the swelling fruit, the lush green kikuju at this stage not as nice as the trees! If they would only eat the kikuju I would have invited them in myself!
Took a lot of shouting and shooing, and later the hose to spray them, to get that lot out, but they did leave, not before scaring me good and well by making a few false attacks in my direction!
I was really cross, as I had asked Hansie so nicely to see that the fence was fixed so that Skramunkel could't get out again, but apparently they had just left it as it was. It was not easy to try and enforce the broken wire, as they had cut it, and soon my arms and hands were bleeding from the sharp ends scratching me as I tried to get the two sides together to bind it with a piece of wire. I was sweating, and swearing, and calling down the wrath of all the gods on this lot, when I accidentily bumped against the newly built wall with a big and heavy pole, and the whole bally thing collapsed! Nearly expired there and then, but managed to talk myself out of doing that, and I had a good look and feel at the cement between the bricks, finding that there was almost no trace of cement!
Then did I realize why they only build about ten rows of bricks, and then quickly plastered it! Bally scoundrels! So after making sure that the fence was able to keep Skramunkel inside, all the time being watched by Don Juan and his many wives waiting for me to leave so they could sneak through again, I phoned Jan and told him my findings.
The next morning early a very cross Hansie almost knocked my door down, demanding to know what the devil I was about telling my son such untrue stories, as his workers use a mixture of four to one, and it only hardens in about ten days! I told him flatly that his mixture was about four to nil, and that he had better check and find out why Haarlem's marijuana dealer in his white Mazda was stopping at the building site every day! I had a sneaky suspicion that the cement was swapped for marijuana, as I had many a time caught a whiff of it when the wind blew my way. I knew the smell, as one of my gardeners who worked for me for about fifteen years when my husband was still alive, regularly smoked it.
Hansie then told me crossly that as I had no knowledge of cement mixtures, I had better keep to my flower garden, so I exploded, and told him that as I had done all the building work when renovating, and also laid some of the floors, I had a good enough knowledge, thank You! He then strode away with big angry strides, maybe to tell his workers off for cheating, maybe to tell them to be more careful with the cheating! Who knows?
The compost heap that I found quite by accident, and where quite a few of the previous owners had dumped their rubbish, and that lying decomposing undesturbed for many years, proved to be of immense value, as my seedlings exploded almost overnight into healthy strong plants, with some already looking as if their flowers were forming.
I was now busy preparing the patch at my backdoor to plant celery, parsley, cucumbers and different salad stuff. A lot of the previous year's seeds had sprouted again, and I intended to thin them out, and replant some in another patch, or in pots.
I was looking forward to my veggies getting to the stage where I could just go out of my backdoor and pick everything needed to make a beautiful salad!