My Gripe
I am presently sitting on my back patio admiring a few orchids out in bloom and a lovely frangipani that smells like cinnamon. In fact 2 of my vandacious orchids have very strong fragrances that remind me of fruit. There's a fantastic breeze and I should be enjoying the aroma of my plants as the breeze carries the fragrance like a delicate dance of butterflies in the late afternoon. It's a beautiful day here and I even have the day off work. So what do I have to gripe about?
Well........I can't smell my orchids on account of the stench of dog poo wafting over from my neighbour's back yard. I mean for crying out loud get a shovel a bag of lime and bury it. Or maybe pick it up once in while put in a bag and dispose of it. I think there are more "land mines" in that back yard than the DMZ separating the 2 Koreas!
There you've heard my gripe and I now feel better for it....
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