Barmaid got back from work on Monday, pleased that the evening's itinerary consisted of nothing more than getting a meal ready and sitting outside in the evening sunshine to eat it. Well that little dream didn't last long, a message on the answerphone informed her that the hay had been baled that day. A quick look at the weather forecast, confirmed her suspicions, rain was predicted for Tuesday.
Two hours later, Barmaid was tired and emotional, but very smug because she had managed to stack 153 bales of hay. Barman and a friend's son carted the bales in off the field, whilst Barmaid built layer upon layer of hay. The smugness didn't last long, the next day Barmaid couldn't move her right arm and her back hurt too. However, she wasn't the worst casualty, friend's 16 year old strapping son had taken to his bed and hadn't been seen since, he was heard muttering something about blisters on his way upstairs.
There is something very rewarding about making your own hay and it also offers peace of mind in that the pasture has been cleared of ragwort (a highly poisonous plant), suppose it's a bit like people who grow their own vegetables (and just as anoraky).
Over the past few weeks Barmaid has been busy with many manual tasks and is rather concerned that she will be talent spotted for 2012 Olympic shot-put team, such are her biceps. Her worst fears of not being chosen for any of her Inn's student activities have been dispelled, she's been picked for the annual inter-Inn arm wrestling championships.
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My Dear Maid,
I do holpe you realise that, upon bieng entered for the Annual All Inn Arm Wrestling Championships you will be expected to sport your Inn's Coat of Arms upon your rippling biceps, and broker ABSOLUTELY no quarter when entered into a bout with the Lord Chief Justice......
No problem with the Inn Coat of Arms, it will fit in nicely just below the Mam and Dad tattoo. Not too sure about the Lord Chief Justice though, I've heard he takes no prisoners:-)
My Dear Maid,
The LCJ may take no prisoners, but you, as a putative barrister, must be fearless in your actions! (seriously- thats part of the code of conduct!!) Take the old devil on and give the substantial weight of his learned and judicial derriere a good spanking!! (following his ABSOLUTE defeat at the table of Arm Wrestling , naturally!
And if BM fails at the arm wrestling, she'll resort to sitting on the LCJ. That'll finish him off good and proper. BM's rumoured to have a backside of humongous proportions.
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