This looking after the wild animals lark, isn't all it's made out to be?
I regularly feed the wild fox's outside my house.When I don't, they leave a small deposit on my Garden.Last night, after Band, I sat in the living room watching tv, when I caught a whiff of an awful smell.
First thoughts were, that it was me.With horror though, I realised that a Fox had pooed on my path and I had stood in it and walked it into the house.
It was everywhere, and I still have the lingering whiff of hedgehog poo as well.
I am afraid in this situation Shake and Vac is bloody useless!!!
My Bank has a customer charter that guarantees to look after you.
Why is it then ,that they have lost my wages. Promised to ring me today to sort it out and didn't. Kept me waiting on a 0845 number, only to be told that the Bank was now closed!!!!
I can feel a bit of a battle approaching.
I had a lip like old leather again last night, but managed to squeeze out a couple of solo's?
Thinking back, it was a well balanced night.
We had to do a Funeral recently where plain clothed police people had to mingle with the mourners in case of trouble??
Has the world really gone that mad?
I read another saying today, which no doubt will become a favourite.
By Bob Dylan it reads.
If you don't believe theirs a price.
For this sweet paradise.
Just remind me, to show you the scars.
In some lives, so true.
I am afraid in this situation Shake and Vac is bloody useless!!!
My Bank has a customer charter that guarantees to look after you.
Why is it then ,that they have lost my wages. Promised to ring me today to sort it out and didn't. Kept me waiting on a 0845 number, only to be told that the Bank was now closed!!!!
I can feel a bit of a battle approaching.
I had a lip like old leather again last night, but managed to squeeze out a couple of solo's?
Thinking back, it was a well balanced night.
We had to do a Funeral recently where plain clothed police people had to mingle with the mourners in case of trouble??
Has the world really gone that mad?
I read another saying today, which no doubt will become a favourite.
By Bob Dylan it reads.
If you don't believe theirs a price.
For this sweet paradise.
Just remind me, to show you the scars.
In some lives, so true.
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