If you happen to be driving through Gazeley this weekend you might notice a large signpost just outside our house. It reads WELL ROTTED HORSE MANURE FOR SALE together with Bob’s mobile phone number. It’s quite a smart and eye catching notice though admittedly it’s a second attempt, done by Bob’s girlfriend who is something of the artist, after the family roundly derided Bob’s previous version which looked like a bunch of spiders, dipped in black paint, had been let loose on a sheet of cardboard.
This is his latest business venture. Part of his drive for funds ahead of his “GAP year” trip to South America. You will notice I write GAP year in inverted comma’s. ‘Nuff said on that front. The sign has been up for weeks actually, but until yesterday had resulted in not a single order as our enormous pile of dung had continued to mound up. But if yesterday brought less than stellar news on the exam results front, how deliciously ironic that shortly after digesting the email that brought inconclusive news with regard to his university career prospects, his phone rang and the new business venture finally got off the ground. A lady from the neighbouring village wanted 20 bags of horse s**t. £30. Kerching. Bob was ecstatic and anyway, it goes to show there are many different ways to make a living thank goodness.
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