Last week DH said that he was going to lay a 7 1/4"-gauge garden railway in the back garden of our Fulham alphabet street terrace. As we live in an end terrace we have a substantially larger garden than any other similar such property in Fulham.
Anyway, and as one might expect, I gave DH an unequivocal NO to laying a garden railway for a variety of reasons. Not least that I didn't want to be serving flapjack and never-ending pots of tea to a menagerie of anoraks and "YouTubers" who would no doubt want to visit every Saturday morning.
So DH has come up with his next brilliant idea:
"Fulham Pedalos"
That's right.
Small pedal-operated pleasure boats operating from a shallow lake in a Fulham back garden.
DH tried the old psychological trick on me to make it appear like he was giving me an option: would you like the pedalos to be black swan or white swan?
"Neither", is what I said.
DH said that he has done his research and that the only restrictive covenant on the house is to "not keep pig swine or other such malodorous beast" on the property. DH implied that as I was living in the house we had breached this covenant anyway, but that's an issue for another time. Apparently a pedalo lake does not require planning permission.
DH also said that it would be a fantastic opportunity for our DS5 and DD3 to learn about running a small business-that's because he is planning to sell tickets on a Saturday morning, but also organic goat's milk ice cream made by his old school chum who had a mental break down in his twenties. DH is corporate lawyer and otherwise has no discernible friends, so I have to tread carefully.
AIBU to say no, DH cannot excavate a pedalo lake in our back garden?