Still, not having said any of that has saved a preamble, so we can get straight down to the business of the day…. That is if you’ve remembered to bring along the badger and the tennis racquet.
Once, of course, all this was fields. However, it is probably best not to go into that, especially as trying to park your tractor on someone else’s lawn can be fraught with difficulty. As for manoeuvring your combine harvester in a crowded supermarket car park, especially trying to fit it into one of the mother and baby spaces near the shop entrance, is always going to be awkward and involve far more reversing than a person of your age should be indulging in, especially with your back problem. However, as many have pointed out to you, your back is far more aesthetically pleasing than the front view… even after the operation.
There we have it, then, so if you place the tennis racquet in the cage and make sure the door is securely fastened to prevent anyone having a sudden urge to inflict tennis upon us all, you can take a firm grip of the badger and adopt the stance in readiness.
Meanwhile, I’ll go and get the jar of honey.
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