adzy
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- Location
- Mid Norfolk
You've not lived until you've seen Charles snr balanced precariously on the back of a power Harrow "adding ballast" whilst a visibly annoyed Charles jnr rags the guts out of the elderly Ford 4000 its attached to in a vain attempt to break the surface of the iron like hard pan that passes for potato ground.'FARMER WHO' and 'THE FARM THAT TIME FORGOT'
friday afternoon...feet up it's a toss up.....rerun binge of juliet bravo or clean out the berli .....it's alright having a 'berli tardis' but it doesn't matter how much junk you throw in the back it never fills up and you can never find anything......the number of hammers i've bought over the years...but can i find one......i'm interrupted....the 'intergalactic fax machine' from the 'time masters'......'ffs' think i 'why can't they just text instead of communicating like it's 1983'....i get up....rip off the msg and read 'strange goings on in breckland earth...investigate please....co ordinates follow'.....i sigh 'for heaven sake 'breckland earth' ....of course it's strange going on....the whole fekkin place isn't right....what now?......ppl running round naked amongst gorse bushes wearing animal masks?....i keep telling them....thats 'normal for norfolk' but 'oh no' will they listen.....besides why can't they send that 'doctor'.....bloomin b'strd.....police box that can materialise wherever it likes....but it's me gets the gig....fekkin 100 mile round trip in the berli only to find the locals romping about 'in the nip'...i suppose i could divert after mart.......lets see.....looks like 45 mins from mart....hour on site....hour and a half home.....leave mart 7:45 ?....i should be home just in time for 'homes under the hammer' at 11am
saturday comes...i'm off...it all goes according to plan until i'm nearly at the co'ordinates ...near a pit hole on a lunar type lane and the old 'temporal disturbance mointor' goes haywire....'ah' thinks i 'nothing new...i mean for a start it's french electronics and secondly i spilt a costa vanilla latte t'other day...thats probably it'......i approach the steading....'' oh god if there's a lad in a rocking chair playing a banjo...i'm off...i'm not going thru that...again' ....however the 'natives' are friendly.....if a touch 'eccentric'.....the younger seems to fashioning some kinda 'shrine' out of cage wheels whilst the older,sieve in hand, seems prospecting thru the yard dust....occasionally whooping with delight with a 'find'....a very shiney 11mm spanner hangs like a medallion.....i give them the old 'i'm a sheep farmer looking for feed grains' cover story that satisfies them.....again the loading weighing is eccentric but nowt that odd....somehow i'm sold a wheel....'ah i'll chuck it berli ...plenty of room'.....i depart....'fekkin wild goose chase' i start to say but then the monitor goes again....same place.....then signal's gone....'meh' thinks i.......arriving home..it'll be tight but....i switch on the telly....'WTF....closing credits...i'll never know how much that 2 bed semi in Dudley made'....checking the clock its 'NOON'......an hour lost......'bloomin great...i'm gonna miss 'football focus' now writing this lot up'
REPORT....standard time bubble anomaly discovered at co ordinates....time distortion of slowing time 100% whilst inside that is compensated 2 to 1 once outside.....no ongoing problem....natives friendly but quaint' END REPORT.....ps any further news on my request for a netflix subscription?
And that's before the trays of flints and mummified apples come out...
Talk about strange goings on in breckland.