
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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...my aforementioned problem with the woodpecker, one of my friends told me he'd had a very similar problem. He'd tried to solve it by holding the cat by the freshly-pecked woodpecker-sized hole in his external wall, only to have a) woodpecker burrow deeper inside the insulation pocket it had created, b) cat went all mental and scratched him up, and c) cat urine down the front of his overalls.
Now, but sacrificing the cat... There's an idea...
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