Missing my furmonsters like crazy. Back on tour and the hardest part of the job is leaving them home. The isolation, crappy diet and harsh environment are a piece of piss, but not having the guys around gnaws at the soul at times.
Still, it's a great job and definitely beats working for a living.
Barney's owner took Barney and Lily to the new Lidl earlier and the senile sod tied them to one of the new planted trees (solid steel railing right nearby) and he popped in for a pint of milk.
As he was halfway back to the tills he was met by this pair of Cuñts with a 15ft 8" thick tree being dragged by the pair of them.
I got an interesting call at work.
Apparently the root ball was only a couple of foot across. Left a trail of destruction behind them.
Sadly as he has a proper old person Doro phone with huge buttons he didn't get a pic.