Tuesday 18 January 2011

My Garden Smells Like an Open Sewer.

Wouldn’t you think that the damn farmer who farms the fields to the west of my house would have the decency not to do his muck spreading when there’s a bloody west wind blowing?! I don’t know what variety of muck he was using, but it didn’t smell like good old British cow dung. Llama shit, maybe. Damn foreigners!

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