A
landracist?
Smeegol, Smeegol, Smeegol. What
are you like?
Your magic ring runneth over. You’re not the only one - it seems we are in good company.
Shh.
Size isn’t everything.
Well, you gotta make your own fun in the country.
It’s one way of getting exercise.
What are we going to do about it though?
Apart from just getting exercised, I mean. Seriously, we can list the myriad ways we get shafted every day by all the horrible mistakes people have ever made, but
who cares?
Give me solutions or give me Cake!
I’m not disagreeing with you, but this “them” of which you speak? Fuck’em. I pity the fools. If we can only free our minds, then it’s this way to the hole in the wall...
So far, so fun mate. Hoping this re-Stable-isation process won’t be for nought.
Instead of buying another light for isolating a male somewhere I thought I’d take advantage of our winter sun, such as it is. I’ll give him a start in the flower room, then he’ll be sat in a window in the house until he’s finished.