the things we do...

for a blip!


Well, not exactly.

Mr. Farmer, with his beast of a tractor, rescued the damsel in distress (me). It was more funny than anything else. Actually it was hilarious!
No damage inflicted upon the blooming bread tin berlingo...sadly.

I jest, I love it's quirks like a dose of the clap.

That'll teach me for racing cows and throwing it round bends of ice.

Out boozing with my work yesterday, the boss offered to sell me his 80's bmw 635 for a song... I wonder if he'll remember today!