Facial warts, arse boils, you get the picture.
The early retired, too much time on his hands H&S expert has today blocked our shared drive for over an hour, torn down the boundary fence and put an extra gate in.
No warning, no discussion, nursery had to scrambled to look after the little one longer and now we have a monster test track turning circle next door to our listed , rural watermill. We also get a full view of his caravans, mobile home, and five cars.
We also now get to see the full glory of the three dogs:
one bites other dogs, one goes for people and the third fucks the cat whilst they watch.
So am I being unreasonable to wish a pox upon the Bloxhams, why don't they fuck off back to Birmingham and take their scaffolding with them?