Wherefore the Warfarin
Grandad August 20th, 2008
I won’t be writing anything on this site today.
I just don’t have the time.
I have to head out in a few minutes and go down to the village.
Apparently, I’m to meet a Romanian off the bus. I have been given my instructions by Herself ["Go down and collect a Romanian woman off the bus"] so who am I to argue? I don’t know what she wants a Romanian woman for. She’s done this before, and I came to no harm so I might as well give it another spin. I might even get a quick grope on the way home.
Then I have some work to do around the estate. A few trees and bushes have to be hacked back as I’m running short of firewood.
After that, Herself wants to go into town.
*sigh*
This, of course means that I have to get tanked up on coffee while I wait for her. I asked her what she wanted to buy there and she muttered something about rat poison. That, by my reckoning is at least a two hour wait, whereas if I went to buy it I’d be home in half an hour. But she wants to go to the shops and I’m not going to have a fight over it. We have spilled enough blood over the last couple of weeks, and I’m getting too old.
I don’t know what she wants rat poison for?
We don’t have rats.
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