Crazy tree man
So there’s this huge tree, slap bang, right in the middle of the front garden that drops leaves like an English slip cordon does catches and blocks the light better than any black out blind.
Don’t think my hacksaw and multi-tool are going to get through this so as much as it pains me, I might need some help from the professionals here.
Internet searching and a bit of google translate later we think we might have someone turning up the next Monday / Segunda – Feira to remove the beast.
Silly, naive boy that I am, they have a chainsaw – now I am thinking I wish I knew a lot more Portuguese than is currently the case. However, my question of “Dificil?” is met with a dismissive “Nao.” Absolved of all responsibility I point at the telephone line to make sure that they are aware it is more or less definitely going to come a cropper when they start chopping and head inside to check our house insurance.
Algos – another misspelling of a name no doubt – was evidently a tree dwelling creature in a previous life as he shimmies up easier than I get up the front door step and starts his afternoon of fun. I realise even the professional is a bit impressed with himself here as he poses for pictures that his partner in arboreal crime takes. See below for some of the more hair raising episodes.
Right – lets get started 
Wife has gone inside to avoid his impending death 
Holy Mother….what is he doing now? 
So, thighs grip the tree, chainsaw in one hand, branch in the other – sorted 
And then 3 hours later it was gone