And there is no need to worry about ants and moles and dandelions and moss, because if there are any of these you can’t see them anyway, and what the eye don’t see, the heart don’t grieve over.
Any fule kno that, dandelions is wild flowers and moss is only there to keep the wild flowers warm.
…while the moles eat santwiches.
Moles is just beauty-marks, made with eyebrow pencils. Innit?
Don’t say that to a chemist!
I think you’re mixing up moles with syphilis (not that I’ve met any moles with syphilis, as far as I’m aware). Sandwich?
Unless you want to sit on the grass.
The ant is more annoyed by me than I am by it.
Especially when I poison it.
This is done just be sitting there, you understand.
When making Hedgers’ bed, it is quite usual to find dead mosquitoes in it: they bite Hedgers, then they die.
I’m not surprised if Hedgers has been poissoning the ants…and now the mozzies it transpires.
Yes, but why can’t I do it? the little buggers bite me, say “Yum” and come back for more.
Heeeeeere, mozzie mozzie mozzie…
Carefully positions small bulldog clip over beak.
Blood budgies are not to be encouraged. The little bastards like me, too. I am quite lucky still to have both feet.
You have had budgies going for your feet? That’s terrible!
Mf mmf mf mf mmf fm mf mf gin fmmf.
Gently inserts gintube, repositions clip.
Pours Fanta down gin tube, bubble bubble
I meant to ask before. Who is Surrey Marjory?
Pay attention at the back there! I did not write “poisoning”.
Smites Aisling sharply on the nose with a kipper.