WHAT LUCK TO FIND A MUCK TRUCK IN TOWN
I'd been searching the local papers for weeks to find a conditioner for my dahlia patch, and who should spot the small advert in the free local Advertiser than Irene. After ringing up the firm and trying to dodge Friday shopping the twenty bag load was dropped off in my drive very early this morning apparently I was their first customer. I thanked the driver, who was the owners son, and parted with one blue and one brown note (thirty quid) for twenty bags. Now this is small change for such valuable stuff as well rotted Cow manure, especially as it was delivered free. The young man assured me that due to the currant increase in fuel prices they had been forced to up the price this year to what you see below.
The whole incidence reminded me of my Grandmother on my fathers side, who when confronted by a milkman holding a very large bucket of what his horse had deposited on the streets of London had evidently asked a certain amount for it, adding "It's Gold dust Mrs." She replied "It certainly isn't it's horse ----! She wasn't quite as course as that sounds, but wasn't going to be taken for a ride by her milkman, ever if his horse was a thoroughbred.
Joseph and Rebecca Stock brought up seven children in a two up, two down terrace house in what was known then as Forest Gate. When we visited my cousin Bryan for a long week-end a year or so ago he offered to take us for a ride, and afterwards decided to visit our Grandparents place in 41 Bristol Road, and how the area had changed. The car stopped opposite the little terraced house and out he gets as bold as brass, "Come on let's see if anyone's in" He rang the door bell, and I thought I saw a curtain flick, but no one come. "They think I'm the law" he said as we clambered back in the car. He's a big guy, and looks a bit like a copper.
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Anyone needing to replenish their soil with the right stuff should telephone there order to Mr. John Fielder & Son. It's not often you can find the real thing riding round the streets of Bournemouth, but I can assure you this stuff certainly is the business, and of course the bigger the load the cheaper the price. The well rotted Cow manure cuts out of the bag like a Xmas cake, the rotted horse manure is more manageable. I assume the spent Mushroom compost is like any other, light fluffy and easy to manage and ideal for conditioning the soil with little effort.
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