Monday, January 31, 2005

Knackered

I notice the old nags in the field. Pity that.

The field is let to my younger son.. not that you'd know it. Beating and battering and threatening. Brought in the bully boys.

And now its the old nags. Matching set with her.

Wonder whose they were.. before they were given a 'home' by the one who's as knackered as they're going to be?

Pity!




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