Mr and Mrs Right On Baby decide that they have had an enough of renting their municipal allotment. They decide to buy a smallholding in the countryside.
Saturday 7 November 2020
Mr and Mrs "Right On" Buy A Smallholding.
They are tired and fed up of living in leafy suburbia, the rat race and having normal every day things like; a corner shop, a pub, milkman, FRIENDS, libraries, kebab houses, restaurants, public transport ("what's that?"), chip-shops, newspaper delivery persons ("very PC"), football and cricket teams, footpaths, friendly neighbours, mains water and mains sewers, broadband, street lights, telephone box, post box, greengrocers, off-licence...? Shall I go on?
Mr and Mrs Right On Baby decided to take the plunge and buy their own little smallholding in the countryside.
"Oh wouldn't it be great to have baa lambs, piggy wigs, goats, moo cows and a Shetland pony a piece for Prudence and Tarquin?"
They know that they have all the knowledge to live the good life and become self sufficient and after all, they do have a credit card.
" We have read all of the booky wooks (just looked at the pictures really); John Seymours : The New Book Of Self Sufficiency, The Natural Way Of Farming: Masanobu Fukuaka (try pronouncing his name after you have been at the wine gums), Enid Blyton's: The Famous Five ("where's Timmy the dog?)...? What's more is there to know?"
So they purchase an ex farm labourers cottage for a kings ransom and pay a farmer forty grand for four of his worst acres. Consisting of rock, rushes and rock again. They have their very own little piece of Eden in the countryside.
The very next day after Pickfords the removal people moved them in. They decide to grasp the nettles, take the bull by its horns and tackle that overgrown acre of brambles, rushes, rose-bay willow herb, couch grass and fifty years of the previous owners rubbish, detritus and very own private landfill site.
"Anyone want a gas-mask or a tin of powdered egg?"
"We will be Orgasmic ("Organic") and will not use any man made chemicals. Just good old manual labour."
"Isn't he a Spaniard?"
"What's wrong with George our gardener and the little man from the village?"
Mr Right On Baby decides to use bloods sweat and tears and buys himself eight cans of Special Brew (recycled radiator water) and a sack of Mars bars for his good lady wife: Mrs Right On Baby.
Two hours later. Mr Right On Baby is walking around aimlessly and doing a wonderful impression of the hunchback of self sufficient kingdom. He has broken a spade, tripped over some old discarded long johns and he thinks he is going through a "Dark night of the soul experience".
Just to put a tin hat on thefirst days proceedings and nightmare in their 'Escape To The Country'. The vicars wife will not be returning again to welcome them or deliver the parish magazine. She seems to think that Mr Right On Baby called her:
"One of them there!"
Mr Right on Baby attempts to stumble after her and explain it was a bramble root he was swearing at. But its too late and she's gone off down the road with a flea in her ear.
He stops to look round at his beautiful Potager and it looks like an hens been scratching about in the wasteland.
Mr Right On Baby sits down and begins to realize its cost a lot of blood, sweat, tears and MONEY to live in the middle of nowhere!
I sent this to a country smallholding magazine. Hoping they would accept it for publication and they sent me a short email saying "We don't do humour".
Hmm... I thought.
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