Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out

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with me or at me, i dont care

as we were unloading the gear at the hotel last night, a bmw full of drunk/high blokes (inc. the driver) pulled up next to us.

'you are one ugly bastard' said the driver to me.
i was too tired to reply.
then the back passenger joined in: 'yeah, you: we're talking to you: you are one ugly fucking bastard mate'.

was just considering what to do if they got out, seeing as how i'd lost any movement in my left arm, when they drove off not getting a response from us.

slept 2am to 7am.
flew back to blighty 10am-12pm
drove back to farm 12-2pm

had a roast lunch with sons. mrs.perou. ali and emma.

cut grass 3.30pm-5.30pm.

i am delerious.
i ache.
my left arm doesn't work from the elbow down.

Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: May 11, 2008