My grandparents own a horse farm, and we would often ride over to visit other farms nearby, which is how we discovered that pigs make me sneeze. It's quite bearable for a visit, and I do love a fat free-range piggy with almost Wodehouse-like glee, but after a while it gets tiring.
Dad decided one day that I was turning into too much of an urban muppet during our London weekdays (most weekends were at the farm or some commune or other) so he popped me in the car one day, took a long drive, opened the door at the world's cutest little farmlet and declared "Ta da! New house!"
I declared it lovely and tried hard to bear it all but after two straight hours of sneezing, he suggested it may not have been his best thought-out plan.
Mum was long off the scene by then, but she thought it was very funny when she heard the story.
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My grandparents own a horse farm, and we would often ride over to visit other farms nearby, which is how we discovered that pigs make me sneeze. It's quite bearable for a visit, and I do love a fat free-range piggy with almost Wodehouse-like glee, but after a while it gets tiring.
Dad decided one day that I was turning into too much of an urban muppet during our London weekdays (most weekends were at the farm or some commune or other) so he popped me in the car one day, took a long drive, opened the door at the world's cutest little farmlet and declared "Ta da! New house!"
I declared it lovely and tried hard to bear it all but after two straight hours of sneezing, he suggested it may not have been his best thought-out plan.
Mum was long off the scene by then, but she thought it was very funny when she heard the story.
AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!