Evening all, well its been a busy couple of days, the weather has been cruel to the Wheat Harvest, but so much else to do.
Some of you will remember my tribulations with our , (aged) septic tank sewage system…recently serving to drain our field, not the other way around!
A situation that could not be allowed to continue…even though I enjoy driving, and loading…and unloading one of our vacumn tanks! Very satisfying that plume of “fragrant” discharge, as one wends ones lonely way across some distant, (hopefully), pasture!
So I have invested the family fortune in one of these new fangled “Bio Tanks”. And for the last couple of days a father, son, and son in law, from Gods Brierly Hill, have been excavating copious quantites of beautiful, growing soil to sink this modern day marvel, and its associated miles of pipework into our land.
Today was the switch on…and as I stared into the depths, at the frothing, vibrating effluent core…(imagine the ultimate Jacuzzi, …without Elke Sommer…(for those of a certain age), and I was assailed with one of those all too frequent moments of Cranial neutrality…yet another “day dream”…
And I wondered about the power of advertising, and advertising of the lorries we all really hold dear…recently there has been some talk of the silver and lime green Guy Big J, …(sans 8LXB),…but what of the others, and more important the adverts that meant something to each of you? The Leyland, “Power and the Glory”…(Ho Ho), Or more recent…whatever tickles your fancy…
Some were real “howlers”, some quite ionic…let us all share…
Cheerio for now.