tartan bunker

What was God’s plan? And how many bureaucrats got involved to put it into operation? I look at nature and see blood as well as beauty, and the dreadful struggle animals have in today’s world. It’s why, despite MacMog’s annoyance, I feed the foxes; we’ve taken their land and they’ve become paupers and beggars. Ma cousin lives in the north where the nouveau crass have shot most everything of fur and feather, leaving a surfeit of new pheasants and 4×4s. Nouveau crass want ma cousin to cut back her hedges which are harbouring some wildlife. She told them where to go. AttaGirl!