My grandfather always used to say to me “if you’ve got a field and there’s fuck all going on in it


put some horses in there or summat”


grow some wheat so you can be a naughty person and run through it.


Wish I had a field


What’s for tea?

“Shite with sugar on it”.


Move some conductive wires through it and make electricity?


Make lemonade!


Most likely your grandfather accidentally bought a job lot of horses on eBay and was trying to sell them on


He was a canny ol devil


The first draft of the twelve days of Christmas needed some work.
(come on this works well!)


I’m having second thoughts about this…


this is a blatant lie


How dare you defecate on the memory of my late grandfather!