Barnage

I love a nice barn

I looked up "Barnage" in case it meant something rude (yes, George Michael, I'm looking at you). I got three results:

1. barnage not found in the Dictionary - Webster Dictionary

2. Old French.
baron +‎ -age, with elision of the 'o'
Noun
barnage m (oblique plural barnages, nominative singular barnages, nominative plural barnage)
troupe of barons - Wiktionary

3. The act of being a big Aberdonian closet heterosexual who has recently found love in the form of a Busty blonde Manc bird - Urban Dictionary.

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Anyway, I love a nice barn. Rich and I walked up the hill to Pickwell today (Tess was better and went to a party), and I stopped to look at this lovely old patched up barn. Further up the hill there's a not-so-nice, monstrous new enormous steel barn built on a great new concrete yard. It look like an industrial park plonked in the middle of beautiful countryside. The weird thing is you'd never get planning permission for a house there. It's really high up and overlooks Putsborough beach, Lundy Island, Hartland Point and over to Croyde and beyond. It's a crazy kind of bigotry around North Devon that allows ugly things like that but won't allow wind turbines.

Back home I found our washing machine had leaked again. It had only been leaking on hot washes, but now it leaks on every wash. I'm getting fed up with things conking out. We simply have no money and there are so many payments due to go out this month.

Bum holes.