As I’ve mentioned before, sometimes The Almighty Gods Of The Vine know when I am desperate need of a thing. Before my first daughter was born I wanted a video camera to record those precious moments, and lo, a free Flip camcorder popped through my letterbox. When I need some new Anti-virus software, it invariably appears for selection.
This month, as we all stared through the veil of snow into a distant but inevitable Spring, my eldest daughter repeatedly asked to get outside to the back yard to play with her sand pit and Wendy House. Concurrently, my wife repeated that no-one would be going near the Wendy House or Sandpit until they had been washed and scrubbed within an inch of their plastic lives. The cat crap needed to go, and the moss creeping over the tiles in the yard was in need of oblivion to give that fresh, out of the cement mixer gleam. Do concrete tiles come from cement mixers? Hmm. The quandary was threefold, as in my mind, I didn’t want to listen to anymore cries to clean or pleas to play, but I also did not want to hand wash a Wendy House which the Spiders had, since last Autumn, claimed as their own.

Luckily, those who sit on high in Heavine (c) (yes, I now copyright that word), are part of the Anti-Spider league and were quite happy to arm me in my upcoming maneuvers. Therefore, last I month I received:
Karcher K4 Home Water-Cooled Pressure Washer: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B009QX8BB2

Additional uses include finger removal, and attacking neighbourhood kids who ‘look funny’ from behind the fence in the backyard.
Also, I acquired my own copy of:
Confessions Of An English Opium-Eater, And Other Writings: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0199600619

The fact that I have been chewing on an Opium flower whilst writing this may have something to do with nthnsdson apa ap88888888888.
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