They go mad for these at Dagfields. They'll fly out. People are always going to need to be able shear sheep manually in the event of a power cut or extended energy crisis and then have somewhere to put the wool.
Saturday, 16 August 2014
Tuesday, 29 July 2014
A Chilling Glimpse of the Future...
It's too bloody hot everywhere at the moment. Absolute murder at Dagfields all day yesterday. 28 degrees of heat and 5 post-menopausal women having to work together in a glass box inside a windowless metal barn. I mean, it's asking for trouble. There'll be an incident before long and it's not going to be pretty. Then you find out Sharon can't come because BT are coming round and you've got to look after Robbie the Dog all day, and he stinks from rolling around in something unmentionable. And finally, to cap it all, you go to the hairdresser, the air conditioning's broken and all he wants to do is talk about Stoke City and rock music with his mate that's just walked in off the street whilst he should be focussing on my wash-in tint...
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
Jury Service
Monday, 5 May 2014
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Auditioning for Antiques Road Trip
I don't bloody know whether I'm coming or going with this constant changing of cars and motorbikes that your father does. One minute it's a Mitsubishi, the next minute it's a Citroen and now it's this bloody Mazda. How anyone can expect me to get into anything this low with my pelvis, I don't know. And this boot's ridiculous. You could barely even get an Art Deco radium glass sucrier into it, let alone a Moorcroft jardinière.
Monday, 31 March 2014
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