Burny
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♥Dec. 20th, 2013 // 04:51 pm♥
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Yesterday, there was a triffid in the veg box:
(I was quite alarmed when I opened the front door and saw it sitting there!)
Today, I got an excited concerned call from the woman who lives sort of next door, telling me that her neighbours' straw-filled barn had gone up in flames and so the road was closed. I took the pooch up that way later, mostly coincidentally (we walk along this path most days when I take her out on my own):
Next Door said, when I told her and showed her the picture, that it's the guy who takes our horse poo away, so I suspect it's a good job that we're not yet needing him to visit: he might be a bit busy.
I'm sure that I must have done something unrelated to walking dogs and rearranging horse poo over the past could of days, but I really can't think what. |
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