They've whipped all my winter coat off and left me shivering like a bloody chihuahua, the tight bastards. All I got last night was "ah, isn't he lovely, just like a new born pup." Yes I am like a new born pup, bloody freezing. Kept firmly on my lead all the way round the Valley Gardens in a misty damp 3C this morning just to add insult to injury, so no rolling or terrier truffling opportunities either. If I had a gun I'd shoot myself. Pooh count: 0, yes zero, I'm saving it up for payback time.
Is a sheepdog and his two-legged is a farmer. Frank was out with him in the tractor drilling wheat last autumn and they unearthed a rusty old lamp. So the farmer hopped out of the cab to have a closer look at it and gave it a little rub on his jacket, as you do, and was amazed to see a genie appear and offer to grant him any wish he wanted. Well the farmer thought for a moment and then said "I'd like the price of wheat to go to £200/tonne!" So the genie sighed but said "OK, I'll sort that out for you then, you greedy bastard" and popped back into his bottle. And the farmer casually tossed the lamp into the back of his cab and got on with his drilling. Well they were out again this morning putting a bit of nitrogen on, Frank and the farmer, and the farmer spotted the lamp and gave it a little rub again, just on the off chance, and you'll never guess what happened, the genie popped out again, and said that he'd grant the farmer one more wish. So the fa...