Talking of 'watching', that reminds me.
I was werkin' at the swamp creating my 'garden' on Wednesday evening. Decided to come home when the mozzy's became unbearable. On the way out, I noticed these headlights coming towards me in the distance on the closed private and gated LOCKED road.
The car stopped as it drew near, and I jumped out and marched up to the occupant demanding to know what tf he was doing here.
He stated that he worked at the paintballing activity, and had simply come over from Liverpool....to bury his girfriends dead goldfish!
I had no reason to doubt him either, as there in the Walls ice cream box was the corpse.
I fully expect to see the full flowered memorial tomorrow.
'He was a good fish, never did no one no 'arm.
WHY?