...He say, all our Victorian drains have been smashed to smithereens by tree roots and our garden must be dug up to lay new ones at a cost of many hundreds of our English Pounds.
Shit.
Literally!!! Bwahahahahaha!
Oh, it's INSURED! It's not the end of the world but - my garden!!! Though he assures us we won't catch Cholera in the meantime, which is a comfort. :G:
Shit.
Literally!!! Bwahahahahaha!
Oh, it's INSURED! It's not the end of the world but - my garden!!! Though he assures us we won't catch Cholera in the meantime, which is a comfort. :G:
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