One of the things I’ve been enjoying most about being retired and blogging is that I have time to read blogs by other people around the world. For this week’s Sunday Break, I’m reblogging a hilarious piece written by a blogger in Suffolk, England. Make sure you watch the whole video at the end — it’s the icing on the cake!
Our village has been under attack. A swarm of houseflies has descended upon our little hamlet, leaving a trail of destruction as tea cups, picture frames and Royal Doulton figurines became collateral damage in the battle between fly and swat. The only people happy with the invasion are the owners of our local hardware store, who have been doing a roaring trade in fly swats, fly paper and – for the landed gentry – the ultra-violet electric bug zapper.
In our household the preferred weapon of choice was a rolled up newspaper (and they said print news is dead). It’s cheap, practical and you can tear off a page if the squished dead fly residue leaves splat marks on your walls. Plus there is something about wielding a rolled up newspaper that takes most men back to their childhood. In our heads we…
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