I've been thinking of putting beer or red wine in it too. End of season this saturday so I think I might do something a bit different.
Oh well that just tears it. The barbarians have got thorough the gate. And all is lost.
I thought something strange was going on this morning when I put the suitably sorted rubbish out (sturdy black plastic sacks (provided by me at my own personal expense I may add) and those shitty pink things provided by the council), there was this skinny horse munching on my fuchsias if you please. "Oi you. Bollix" Says I to the rider. "Get your nag the fuck off. And try feeding the poor bleeder while you're at it."
"We are Plague, Pestilence and Death" says he. "Oh. And I'm Famine - as well - sorry - forgot about that".
"Gerraway" says I. And "Erm. What's with the "we" business then on account of there's only one of you?" says I again.
"Well we all set off together at Ealing but got split up. That tube's a fucking nightmare in the morning."
"Tell me about it son. Come and have a cuppa tea. Kathy'll take care of the horse. And a few bacon butties for you I think. You need fattening up. Look at you, not a pick on you. "
"Oh cheers Mags. Erm. Could I have some eggs with that?" "And extra sugar in the tea?"