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Post by mickster on Apr 1, 2007 20:57:17 GMT
T'was a fine sunny day. Mickster, clad in leather with his pert buttocks shining in the late afternoon sun, placed his helmet on and straightened his white silk scarf. All was well and so, he donned his gauntlets and reached down and pulled. The engine roared into life. Mickster, turned the machine into the wind and gently opened the throttle.
The machine moved gently forward gathering speed and then it began! Bang! Rattle! Thud! Clumps of earth, bits of stone and twigs, thudded into the grass box. Mickster swore and lifted the cutting level another notch. The lawn mowing season has begun! ;D
Next he went out to the front lawn and mowed it. Then he decided to mow the molehills, spewing earth, pebbles and finely shredded moles into the grass box. Job done. Mower put away and out comes the high pressure sprayer. The white plastic garden chairs, once a dirty greyish green, became a cleanish greyish white. The wrought iron table looked less rusty and the large cast iron cauldron and chimnea are now devoid of green algae growth. Things are starting to look cleaner and tidy. Mickster sat and smoked a fag and surveyed his handiwork and thought of various ways to kill those bloody rabbits. ;D
Mick.
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Post by stormy on Apr 9, 2007 22:57:39 GMT
T'was a fine sunny day. . The white plastic garden chairs, once a dirty greyish green, became a cleanish greyish white. Mick. trouble was, the chairs were supposed to be green, he had removed the paintwork, which is why they are now white ;D
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