At work yesterday, I noticed that my hand smelt rather unpleasant. It was the sort of smell you get if you've been handling a lot of coins. Not very nice. So I went and washed my hands.
Five minutes later, I noticed that the smell was still there. So I went and washed my hands again—a bit more dilligently this time.
Blow me, when I returned to my desk, the smell was still there! This was getting ridiculous. So I went to wash my hands yet again.
It turned out the smell was from the soap.
After a week of riveting postings by Mr Carter, I'm surprised there hasn't been more 'comments'. So expect a flood of interesting responses once they see that someone is being proactive in being reactive....
I think we're all bemused that he didn't post anything about the start of the national cat-cull this week. He does, um, fit the profile. Apart from living over a hundred miles too far away.
How could I have missed this one? What a hero! If there were more people who took proactive measures to save the environment like this, the world would be a better place.
Actually, I shall be visiting Hampshire in a few weeks' time!
Watch carterfurs.com for further details....
Hampshire is renowned for its culls: Deer, ponies, squirrels, badgers. You don't need a gun, just driving up & down the M27 a few times will do the trick.We are just over the border in Dorset (a county devoid of motorways). You must pop round & kill something. I particularly recommend the man in St. Ann's Ave. who's car alarm goes off at all hours!