Fuck you, Scotland.
Scotland home to dry and warm tarmac, oh no wait, wet and cold. So which fucking genius decided to put multiple speed bumps up a fucking hill? Do I brake, and then light the wheels trying to gain traction? Or take the brunt? I decided to do a little of both.
Wiped out a pheasant yesterday which was unpleasant.
Today went to an abatoir to collect cow skins, are they cleaned? No, not really, just peeled off the cow and doused in rock salt.
A trailer pulled up next to me whilst I'm getting loaded, the cows knew. What I didn't know, was the driver of that trailer pulled what I assume is a bath plug as cow piss began pouring out of the thing.
So I guess it could be worse.
In conclusion, fuck Scotland.