Wednesday May 21st 2014 Tim
It's a Multi-athlon out there.
The events include: Compost Pile Turning, Rabbit Hunting, All Terrain
Mower Repairing, Hose Pipe Wrangling, Weeding, Tying Up Climbers,
Mowing, Moaning and Groaning, and the least pleasant event of all is the
Eleventh Event. This last event is more psychological than it is like
maybe running a marathon, and yet I think probably anyone who might be
persuaded to waste their energy running a marathon, should first
prepare themselves mentally for the feat by testing themselves against
the Eleventh Event.
not just any old Mole, it's one particular Mole, from the
tribe of Head Hunting Moles that some generations ago must
have taken up residence here where I live. So don't tell me,
"Oh! It's Just A Mole." This is no ordinary Mole.
We're talking the Magnus Carlsen of Moles. We're talking the
Genghis Khan of Moles. This Mole has fiendish cunning, and
he's very spiteful, and it's very obvious to me that he
takes huge pleasure in being completely and totally
obnoxious. Kind of have to admire him, I suppose.