Mith
The Eccentric Englishman
Today (well, its yesterday now, yawn!) was a hot day, so being the hardworking guy I am I got up, put my shorts on and finished getting dressed at that.
So this evening I notice the heap of grass cuttings from other lawns (cant put it on the compost heap, too much of it, so I make a pile down the garden, where we cant smell it from the house) is starting to spread out a bit too much.
No worries, get the blade. I put the blade on the tractor (being scared all the time that the lift will drop and my nice toes will get chopped off, nice!).
The nice pile is festering well, steam coming off it as I push it into a heap with the blade. Reckon I'll go see how hot it is with my hand, I jump down, squelch! my nice bare feet covered with composted grass juice. This stuff darn well f*(&£$ stinks! And boy wont it come off! I am NOT looking forward to trying to sleep tonight, I might have the ask my feet to go sleep on the sofa!
So apart from the fact that working on a tractor bare-foot might not be the best idea (and it canes when you kick the blade into the hitch, forgetting you have no boots on) dont jump on rotting grass juice, nasty!
On the plus side, maybe the fertiliser will make me grow. Aww, maybe not, born short........ 
Ugh, I can still smell it, peugh!
So this evening I notice the heap of grass cuttings from other lawns (cant put it on the compost heap, too much of it, so I make a pile down the garden, where we cant smell it from the house) is starting to spread out a bit too much.
No worries, get the blade. I put the blade on the tractor (being scared all the time that the lift will drop and my nice toes will get chopped off, nice!).
The nice pile is festering well, steam coming off it as I push it into a heap with the blade. Reckon I'll go see how hot it is with my hand, I jump down, squelch! my nice bare feet covered with composted grass juice. This stuff darn well f*(&£$ stinks! And boy wont it come off! I am NOT looking forward to trying to sleep tonight, I might have the ask my feet to go sleep on the sofa!
So apart from the fact that working on a tractor bare-foot might not be the best idea (and it canes when you kick the blade into the hitch, forgetting you have no boots on) dont jump on rotting grass juice, nasty!
On the plus side, maybe the fertiliser will make me grow. Aww, maybe not, born short........ Ugh, I can still smell it, peugh!
