OU don’t see the imaginative functionality there once used to be in farming couture. My neighbour Christopher had an uncle Donald who habitually toured the outer isles in his farm pickup for his autumn holiday. He slept in the back of the wagon and, being long of limb, his legs rested alfresco on the tailgate inside a hundredweight fertiliser bag tied up
Being bullish
Jun 14, 2023
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