Gently on the fields,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Remember not to breathe.
They’ve been spreading exceptionally ripe chicken manure on the fields immediately to the north and east of my home today. The wind is blowing from the north-east. Now I can live with this. It’s one of the many pleasures of living in the countryside. But my God, does it absolutely stink?
At least we didn’t have any washing out on the line. I may still need to go shopping for some new clothes however. I think I’ve grown at least two inches since this morning.
I wouldn’t mind it putting hairs on my chest though. The bald patches where I was shaved for the ECG sensors are still rather obvious.