Country Life it isn't. Although I do live in the country.
I imagine that your parcel is going to be placed into a plain wooden crate and then wheeled off into the same warehouse where the Ark of the Covenant is kept...
I knew I shouldn't have ordered all that occult stuff. I expect that they need my signature in blood.
Oh well, at least it's unseasonally warm you can still dance naked in the woods around whatever it is you sacrifice down your way.
Mr Grocer, my Wicker Man is decorated with tinsel and stuffed with cranberries, awaiting the big day.
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