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Was this at northampton ??

Thanks again for the feedback.

Cat power

It looks like it stuck on the windscreen at some point in time.

Could anyone tell me what this is? It is in his landy, ex utility. It looks like a tax disc holder but has a wire on????

That looks a handy little chipper

Nice!

I sorry. I stole my poem off the web.

Thanks for the wise words of advise guys. I recon around the £17-20 mark will cover me. Even you Karlk. (give me a break and stop being lazy are words I will remember). Hahaha

Hahaha. Youve been told.

I need a ball park figure to start from. Happy with and to cover costs are two very separate sums

Because I wouldn't get the job.

Haha;)

I may have a long term private contract coming up to mow and strim for a customer. I have not got a clue how much to charge for it ( by the hour). The mower is a 17" cut. Obviously I can't charge as a arborist rate. Any ideas?

Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field, Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient, impassive, Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows! Out of thee, yea, surely out of the fertile depth below thy breast, Issued in some strange way, thou lying motionless, voiceless, All these songs of nature, rhythmical, passionate, yearning, Coming in music from earth, but not unto earth returning. Dust are the blood-red hearts that beat in time to these measures, Thou hast taken them back to thyself, secretly, irresistibly Drawing the crimson currents of life down, down, down Deep into thy bosom again, as a river is lost in the sand. But the souls of the singers have entered into the songs that revealed them, -- Passionate songs, immortal songs of joy and grief and love and longing: Floating from heart to heart of thy children, they echo above thee: Do they not utter thy heart, the voices of those that love thee? Long hadst thou lain like a queen transformed by some old enchantment Into an alien shape, mysterious, beautiful, speechless, Knowing not who thou wert, till the touch of thy Lord and Lover Working within thee awakened the man-child to breathe thy secret. All of thy flowers and birds and forests and flowing waters Are but enchanted forms to embody the life of the spirit; Thou thyself, earth-mother, in mountain and meadow and ocean, Holdest the poem of God, eternal thought and emotion.

I like pip.

Anything I put on here, I make sure it is at least 51% correct or if it is a good story, I won't let the truth spoil it

Make sure u have some sort of insurance (pl) if the muck hits the fan.

Roses are grey Violets are grey …& I'm a cat.

Hi prince Arb. Did you get in touch with dan??

Any item of clothing to do with or has tree written on them, just add 200% mark up on the price.

He's from Essex , but will travel

Justin kingwell http://www.kingwell-holdings.co.uk/index01.htm

Sounds a bit sexual;)

What size?