Life of crime or modelling

I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax. Psycho killer me that’s all. I’ve two very keen fellas doing work at the house of tbaoo, at the same time. One creating, one destroying. fences, gates and stumps, the order of the day. Will it be a life of crime or modelling?

My old puppy bingo, is most concerned with all the visitors and the excruciating noise they’re making. The stump grinder is a noise to behold. The tree lopper man and his mulcher made more, but he was a couple of days ago and bingo has relaxed since then.

When it’s all over I’ll have a new fence-gate set up, no tree roots eating my house and then I’ll be able to get the place back to normal. The mulch left by the lopper has been mad handled by me onto the back garden bed. This transfer nearly killed me, damn it was an effort.

The cash flow at the house of tbaoo is taking a real battering, so much money going out and not too much coming in. So i’ve decided I’m going to try my hand at a life of crime. I’ll decide on what sort when i evaluate the penalties for the range of high paying criminal activity that’s open to me. At my age it might have to be white collar crime, I can’t run.

I’ll have to be clever and coordinate a system to fleece some “well to dos” of their hard earned cash. Nothing to grim, just grim enough to make some money.

I could try male modelling even though it’s not a crime, it would be a fraud for sure. It may provide me with some financial gain. Enough maybe to pay for all this handyman work that’s going on around here.

So if you see a good looking, aged buffoon with a smooth pot belly modelling some groovy new mens fashion, it could be me. Buy the product and help me to pay for all this noisy work.

I thank you, my bride thanks you and bingo my old puppy thanks you.