Monday evening Mrs MG had to have her horse put down ... bloody thing had eaten the human equivelent Vindaloo and followed it with 10 pints of Larger and ended up with a twisted gut! Mrs MG then decides that I was going to have to dispose of said horse by digging a big hole and burying the thing! Now this damn horse weighs ton and a half so not a small animal and there was no way I was going to get anywhere with the garden Spear & Jackson so contacted our friendly local JCB driver who tipped up ... dug a stuffin deep hole and buried the thing 15 ft down! Job done .... But the question is ... when you've got no option to be stood out in the middle of a stuffin field for the best part of 2 hours ... why does it always stuffin rain?