I walked the dog early doors and when I got home decided to see how the veg
was doing.

To my horror it'd gone. Every last thing I planted. Big hoof prints all over
the place and a tell tale spread of pooh. Only thing I can't work out it is
where the bl**dy cow came from. We're miles from a field with cows and back
onto the forest. It's a mystery. I hadn't even cropped anything yet as we've
had such a cold start up here on the west of Scotland.

Gutted though to lose it all.

Hey ho,

Dave

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On Sat, 24 Jun 2006 15:49:43 +0100, "Dave P"
wrote this (or the missive included this):

I walked the dog early doors and when I got home decided to see how the veg
was doing.

To my horror it'd gone. Every last thing I planted. Big hoof prints all over
the place and a tell tale spread of pooh. Only thing I can't work out it is
where the bl**dy cow came from. We're miles from a field with cows and back
onto the forest. It's a mystery. I hadn't even cropped anything yet as we've
had such a cold start up here on the west of Scotland.

Gutted though to lose it all.


Any deer around?


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