Screwed

When you are in B&Q at 9am on a Saturday morning, you know your weekend is, well, screwed.

Wood. Nails. More wood. And screws. The plan is to patch up the broken sections to make the garden dog-safe again, and then worry about replacing the fence at a later stage.

Bloody hell, wood is expensive these days. I started doing the sums on what the materials will cost. Gulp.