Friday, 6 September 2013
Slog It Blog It, Garden Gridlock!
It’s been bubbling away like a foul smelling squirrel stew for a few weeks now and finally I can take it no more. The feud over the garden furniture has finally boiled over like a pot of festering gizzards. Yes I finally I twigged that the vendetta against my very own person has gone too far. My
servant assistant has removed my
beloved sunbathing table. Yes the very table where I ponder the important
issues of life, like did Shergar end up as dog food and was it Lord Lucan that
done it, is no more? The lightbulb above my head is dimming as I type. Like Sherlock Bones I have searched high and
low for a way to use the new set but alas I have failed. Woe is me where will
I go to.........?????