So, yesterday afternoon I was digging up trees. Apple trees, cherry trees and various other trees which I intend to re-plant in the new garden of the new house. Anyhow - they wouldn't fit through the fu**ing kitchen door/front door (I had gi-naggerous earth-bins out the front, into which I would be temporarily transplanting them before the move). So - these trees had to go OVER my two shed roofs at the side of the house. I lugged 'em up'n'over and whilst in the midst of this gargantuan struggle (sitting at the apex of Shed No. 002), an overpowering stench assaulted my nostrils. Wondering what said stink was - I completed the transfer of the trees to their new temporary homes, and clambered down the side of Shed No.002 into the position where my 3-stage ladder is stored. Under the ladder is what I thought was a rug (that I may have discarded some time ago and forgotten to take to the tip)...but NO.....beneath my ladder was the festering cadavre of a huge black cat, which looked like it had been there for some time. She says: "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaargggghhhhhhhhh!" (The wife) I says: "Shurrup woman I got to get it picked up and bagged up...." She says: "Eeeeeeeeeaaaarrgghhhhh...put it in the bin! Put it in the bin!" I says: "The fu**ing binmen will be absolutely delighted on Monday morning...." So, I wrapped the rotting heap of goo in a pillow case, double bag it and slung it in the boot of the car and motored off to the local Vetrinary Surgery, in order to dispose of the unfortunate creature in a proper manner. I gets there, explain my predicament, and then I am told to sit and wait to be seen. The fu**ing place is (naturally) toppers with poorly dogs/cats/wombats and what have you, and these creatures, as we all know have an EXTREMELY brilliant sense of smell. The dogs in the waiting room are going ballistic, straining at the leash - trying to attack the bin-bag I have in my lap, and the cats are wailing like fu**ing banshees. It was an interesting half hour, telling the other waiting pet owners that I was clutching the maggot- infested remains of someones kitty what had decided to die down the side of my shed. The waiting room was minging by the time the receptionist had decided that I was an "Emergency Case" and could take my bin-bag full of dead giant cat into the vet for proper disposal. Marvellous way to spend a Saturday afternoon.