Got conned into helping at the allotment, Marc and I started to clear the detritus left over from the previous owner(s) I have a feeling that they must have had part shares in a chicken wire and wriggly tin recycling company from the amount we managed to tear, rip, pull up and swear at. A minor communication error between us and yes, blood was spilt. Mine!!! My trigger finger now has ventilation,courtesy of the wire. At least it lowered my blood pressure, mostly all over my trousers!