Apologies for anyone pining for more drivel from The Millbrooker over the bank holiday; we've been slaving away in what we laughingly call the garden and consequently ache in places that haven't done an honest day's work in some years. But check out those rippling muscles and sculpted physique as I get to work on digging up a thousand and one butterburr roots. Control yourselves, ladies.
I think it's been worth it, at least one tiny corner of the vast wilderness behind Milbrooker Towers looks as if we care about it.
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