Tales from the Old Mills

By Oldmills

FIRE!

I'm having a "Rear Window" kind of week.

The local scumbags set fire to my beloved poplar trees on the far bank of the river- it was just a pity I wasn't outside when they were, or they would be either dead, or in custody.

I played clever, and called the cops instead of the fire brigade.
If I had called the fire brigade direct, I would be liable for the one thousand euro plus bill.

This disease-ridden cock-fucked country defies belief.

The guns are coming out, I tell you....

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