A south-facing plot on a sloping site in south-west Sheffield, with aspirations to become a vineyard.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Plague of Flies
We are surrounded by flies. The house is full of flies. Where are they coming from? Nothing seems to have died and rotted but they are everywhere. Everywhere, I tell you. Aaagh.
Flypaper, that's what you need. Or if they're fruitflies, pour yourself a nice glass of red wine. Set it down until you're ready to take a mouthful. It will be full of happy swimming fruitflies, like a lido on a sunny bank holiday.
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Flypaper, that's what you need. Or if they're fruitflies, pour yourself a nice glass of red wine. Set it down until you're ready to take a mouthful. It will be full of happy swimming fruitflies, like a lido on a sunny bank holiday.
I want to kill the beggars, not drink 'em!!!
Flypaper is a good idea though. Remember my granny having some of that, but then she had black beetles too.
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