Tashyboy
Please don’t ask to see my tatts 👍
The other day, young son Tash gets up for work, drops out a day or two later that Mr Fox was on the back garden. He says he was a big bogger. I told him he was still tired and it must of been a ginger moggy. He was adamant it was a fox.
I spent 5 mins telling him how me back garden is Zombie, thief and fox proof.
Young Bradley tash then shows Missis Tash an hole in me fence where Mr Fox has chewed a sodding great chunk outta me fence to get in. Well ave blocked that up. Just had a look to see what fence lats need to be replaced and the soddin Fox has dug an hole under me gate.
At the moment I feel like a badass Dr Doolittle what wi me Bees and now foxes. I do put food on the back garden for Hedgehogs, Birds etc but never expected Mr Fox to Top trump everything.
So what do I do, leave it as it is, tell him to sod off or que Serra Serra.
I spent 5 mins telling him how me back garden is Zombie, thief and fox proof.
Young Bradley tash then shows Missis Tash an hole in me fence where Mr Fox has chewed a sodding great chunk outta me fence to get in. Well ave blocked that up. Just had a look to see what fence lats need to be replaced and the soddin Fox has dug an hole under me gate.
At the moment I feel like a badass Dr Doolittle what wi me Bees and now foxes. I do put food on the back garden for Hedgehogs, Birds etc but never expected Mr Fox to Top trump everything.
So what do I do, leave it as it is, tell him to sod off or que Serra Serra.