Thursday, May 3

Red faced

Dumb, dumb, dumb… A face the colour of beetroot. DO NOT fall asleep in the garden when the sun is at it’s highest and frying everything in sight. That said, by the time I’d walked to town and back, completed my Forest Gump act (mowing and strimming the grass), I was ready for a cold one and five minutes snooze. If it wasn’t for the pheasant screaming in my ear I’m probably still be quietly toasting.

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