Building the polytunnel, I was using baling twine to lash the poles together. In the course of this process, a song came to me, to the tune of Ken Dodd's "Happiness".
It goes like this:
Ah, balin' twine, balin twine'
Made from PolyPropyline
I thank the Lord this farm of mine
Is held together with balin' twine.
They'll sell you a belt up in the town
To stop your trousers fallin' down
But my old kecks hold up just fine
With a couple of yards of balin' twine.
Balin' twine &c
A DEFRA man came to our yard
An' put on his brakes a bit too hard
He skidded in a pile of shit
And ended up in the slurry pit
- and how d'you think we pulled him out? Yes -
Balin twine &c
We had a hippy on our farm
Who didn't mean to do no harm
H forgot to lower the tractor arm
An' broke the lintel on our barn*.
(And how d'you think we mended it?)-
Balin' twine, balin twine'
Made from PolyPropyline
I thank the Lord this farm of mine
Is held together with balin' twine.
You try singing it. You'll find it is easy to learn, a catchy number that lifts the spirits and captures the heart of rural England.
* True story
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The concept with the cable, I believed about that myself, but then again if it is only one bale, I wouldn't thoughts too much.The stress clothing in the carefully thread box
John, I don't have the faintest idea what you are on about, and I suspect neither do you? Are you a bot by any chance?
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