Right my little frozen friends, when I moved into this house there was one of these in the shed:
No, not a sweet-assed gardening robobabe (she was buried under the patio), but a Weedwand!
Now, if I can track down a can of the gas this morning we should literally be cooking Downham on gas.
Right my little frozen friends, when I moved into this house there was one of these in the shed:
No, not a sweet-assed gardening robobabe (she was buried under the patio), but a Weedwand!
Now, if I can track down a can of the gas this morning we should literally be cooking Downham on gas.