Avid readers, I fear there is something afoot!
I noticed the terrible Goddess and the chairman of the resident's association having a conflab on the other side of the communal gardens. I hastily donned my spying contraption and heard something about 'stocks and shares'. Goody, goody thought I, some hot tips and an easy life but after some fine tuning I am now convinced that it was 'stocks and shears'. Coupled with a telephone conversation I overheard about "you're experienced in metal and woodwork?", "do we need planning permission?" and "when can you start?", I'm pretty sure now that I know what's going on.
I don't mind the restriction but NO hair as well as no teeth seems a little unfair. (With only a little patience the shears won't be needed. Lo,TG Ed.)
My plans for escaping up a rich man's back passage, which I'd put on hold, might have to be employed.
Coming soon 'Why chicken keepers are often accused of feathering their own nest'..
