we have a monstrosity of a garden. every year we decide to cut back the nettles and stickywilly (seriously that has to have a more technical name!). Last year when it came time to harvest the weeds low and behold there was a brand new lawnmower - like a sarcastic gift from the ned-gods. It soon became apparent that we would have to let the police know and so, after explaining the impracticalities of me pushing the lawnmower to the nearest police station or storing it in our first floor flat, they came to pick it up. Not long after a young gentlemen passing by came to the fence and questioned "hey u.. what u done wi' my lawnmower" - after several minutes of claiming he was storing it there for his mum (?!) we told him he could get it back off the police. Refusing to call the police and tell them we'd made a mistake or to give him the £50 he demanded, he uttered the classic line "choried (scots for stolen) or no its mine". err actually son stealing means taking something that isnt yours!! you just gotta love neds :-)
anyway as we hacked our way through the weeds like trepid explorers we had little idea what we were about to discover in the very same place...
who would have thought it - harry the hamster died - and was burried in our garden. Gather yourselves together people... it was his time. "But who is harry the hamster?" i hear you ask... and a very good question too. i have no idea! but whoever's pet he was they saw fit to burry him in a pile of nettles so they mustnt have liked him very much. the flowers they had laid hadnt withered so it must have been in the past week. How bizarre... and very minging! RIP... not likely with Cara about.
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