Big fun today. I spent a couple of wonderful hours driving a 3.5 tonne mini digger around the field, raising the brambles to the ground. True the field now looks like the Somme in 1918 (without trenches or corpses), but I now have two LARGE piles of shrubbery to be burnt.
In other news I still haven't reviewed the last songfight, and I still haven't finished my tax. Oh for a brain that has its head screwed on.
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Do your tax! Do your tax! Do your bloody tax!
If you fill in the stupid forms, I'll...um...I can't buy you a digger to drive around in, but think of something else nice that would be good for a songwriter's birthday.
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