The life and times of a scion of the landed gentry, forced by circumstances to undertake normal employment to maintain the family estates.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I think Osborne has been on the bottle. He was meant to be towing the gang mower to tidy up the pastures that we can see from the house. One minute he was there. The next minute he'd swerved to avoid one of the peacocks and disappeared into the ha-ha. Feathers everywhere!
Must admit it did make us chuckle, particularly when Fellows went to help - I mean he's well-meaning but pretty useless.