Not quite turned out completely well to be honest. A frosty atmosphere, mumblings about “Always bleedin’ somethin’ going on with that idiot” and snipey “You better say that twice to be sure he heard you!” comments.
“he’s got 6 acres of woodland, can you imagine what we could do with that?
Landfill!
Monksie! Fire Up The Wheelie Bin!”
Hahaha! Mint!
I’m going to take my wheelie bin for a walk along the Goyt in a bit. That’ll get Frank the Plank and quite possibly my betroved into headache orbit and my daughter in hysterics!