My scratches and bruises may have faded somewhat
But I have not forgotten Eric, the hormonal cockerel's attack of 48 hours ago.
I got home after work this morning and gave the little bastard my best DeNiro " I am watching You"
gesture as he emerged full of chutzpah from his coop.
Hell has no fury as an middle aged homosexual scorned.
Mark my words
It WON'T happen again.
He didn't seem to pick up on my non verbals
I think this one off testosterone victory has gone to his head.
The cottage seems to be in disarray this morning. A workman is busy fitting a new back door.
as all three dogs watch him with shivering terrier excitement
The kitchen is full of dirt, wood shavings and wet tools
It is raining heavily, the first time since we had the snow
And everything's a mess
I need to clean the cottage as Chris has invited Mrs Trellis to dinner this evening
And I haven't even bleached the toilet as yet
I need a scotch Egg
|Bring it on short arse!|