It's taken me four years to get my tiny bucket-pond established in my little garden. Four years! I finally found pocket planters, got those planted up and growing and the pond looked like we might finally get some wildlife in.
On Thursday my windowcleaner came, I saw him on the front step and he said 'I put my foot in your bucket, sorry.' All fine until today I went out to hang out the washing and saw what he'd done and he's pulled ALL my careful planting into the pond, ripped the pockets, yanked it all from its supports and it looks AWFUL.
WIBU to go round to his house and trash his lawn?
Not really. But I did need to vent about the ruination of my just-getting-properly-growing pond. AND he called it a 'bucket' (it's a yard bucket, so not an ordinary bucket and it's obviously a pond, surrounded by cobbles and planting).