Mark Attwood – Why everyone should love fence hire.

Fence hire – not the most glamorous thing in the world, so why do I love it? Why you ask, well I’ll tell you why – it’s a bit of a long story. My beloved father who had built the family empire ran off with the fence hire lorry driver when I was three and a half. Even at such a tiny age, I knew my Dad had commited an unforgivable act and there was no way on God’s earth that I was letting him get away with this. Mark Attwood My mother was desperate, yes, she had had more lovers than hot dinners, but she relied on a regular income from my dad – he even had the gall to run off with her Stagecoach Megarider – a weekly pass that allows you discounted public transport on all West Midlands services. Fortunately he had left all his fences on our land and because of the high security aspect of our home and it’s surrounding 4 acres of West Midlands meadowland, he would find it very difficult to prenetrate our barriers to retrieve them. My mother and I, (three and a half, but with a devastatingly strong grasp of maths) totted up the value of the stock, and came ot a figure of £225. We rejoiced, £225 was a lot of money to people like us and we knew it was enough to cover our overheads for the next three years, which gave mum more time to have a few more kids. We knew a friend of a friend who was involved in fence hire and we managed to flog all the fence hire to him in the middle of the night. Mark Attwood We hid the money under my little brother’s mattress and sat back – this cash was a massive help to the running of the household. Wheile fence hire had tempted my father to have an illicit affair with a sixty year old, Woodbine smoking married man, it also saved our bacon as it delivered us into financial steadiness. Mark Attwood Sadly or not sadly, we never saw papa again, much to do with the fact that his fence hire had protected the house so well he never had chance to come back in again!