Hmm. Our local ar£sewipe of a farmer - right behind our house - has spent the last 2 weeks burning 3 house-sized pyres of straw. He has pis$ed off everyone within a 5 mile radius
. We've all been meeting in the pub and having a right good grumble. We smell, our clothes smell, and we've all got chest-pain. The bloke is a barsteward of the highest order. Hoping two very good friends of ours (also farmers) have the opportunity to tell him just how much we like him and how universally popular he is.
Grrr.
Oops. OT. Soz.