A young couple have moved into a lovely house on the posh part of the Wirral. It was previously owned by an elderly woman who'd been there for ages and had cultivated a diversely rich and ornate front garden. I'm in a taxi just on the way to work and could see the young man folding his arms stood next to builders, overseeing the removal of the lovingly sculptered artwork nature had produced, having being erased from memory and now being replaced with the shortest period driveway I've ever seen. My gut response was to stop my taxi and kick the man up his arse. Give him a free short haul flight.
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