One of the Crusader’s readers (a small but dedicated band) suggested that, as protest blogs can be a bit boring, I should break things up a bit with romantic descriptions of the beauty and tranquillity of rural life. You can tell that he only gets down here at weekends.
While vehemently denying that The Crusader is boring I thought I might offer a glimpse of country life.
Exiting briskly from the house at 6.30am this morning en route for Salisbury station I was surprised (a mild description of my reaction) to find a large rat expiring just outside the kitchen door. As it was not quite dead, but clearly unwell, it had to be dispatched with a spade before I started my journey.
The roads in and out of Salisbury are pretty busy at 6.35am and I wondered how many of my fellow motorists had started their day by squashing a rat. From their driving possibly quite a few.
It would be idle to deny that the village has a rat problem but so do most places in the UK. Isn’t it strange that even the most devoted animal lover can become quite enthusiastic about cruelty when confronted by a rat infestation? My murderous moment made me wonder how that arch defender of animal rights and vegetarian supremo Sir Paul deals with the rats on his estate in Sussex. Perhaps pop stars have a special entourage member for rat control or alternatively he may imagine that the rodents are all called Heather and do it himself!
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Adjectives such as either "small" or "dedicated" have rarely been applied to yours truly before, so imagine my delight on your comments. Nevertheless, what I meant to say was that blogs (in general) run the risk of becoming boring. In this particular, I remain confident that your other reader will be exposed to little if any risk. And anyway, there's no point being down here during the week, it's shut!
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