It had to happen at some pointt.
So, you've run out of ca$h, so to raise funds you call in them there bargain cunts to ransack your upper edifice in search of loot.
And so the BBC arrive and rummage about and come across what may be a valuable old Persian Kilim....
And it's at that point you remember you really should have removed the body of your husband you murdered 30 years ago before inviting Aled Jones in to hunt for treasure.
What's makes it even better is the village in Somerset - the village of Quimm!
Now, you're probably expecting more minge based pervatoricality, but you' be wrong. For death in Quimm (f'narr f'narr), Somerset pit me in mind of Midsomer Murder, and thus Midsummer and gormsters.
Not so long back, I was despairing at the lack of gaia's seasonal phases. Now, someone else has stared being as dumb as a sett full of post Gordon Ramsey sex dwarf twin consumption badger defacations.
Anyhow, the clueless wonder was blathering on about how it's officially Summer, as 21st June is mid-Summer, like middle of Summer.
Dumbass!
Firstly, it's not mid-Summer, it's Midsummer.
Second, Midsummer comes from ye olden dayʃ, and in olde Engliʃh, mid meant ʃtart, beginning, geneʃiʃ, etc. ergo, ye olden feʃtival of midʃummer denoteʃ the ʃtart of ʃummer!
Honeʃtly, do they teach kidʃ nothing theʃe dayʃ ?
