I've been trying to get into a routine of going for a morning walk. It's not far, just basically climbing a hill near home, sitting down on a bench at the top pretending to enjoy the view but really trying not to pass out because I'm terribly unfit, then back down.
Well, guess what used to be in that patch of dirt? Yep, my bench.
Who suddenly took it away? No idea. For what purpose? Beats me.
Now I just have to defiantly sit on the grass next to it and dare anyone to comment.
Hmph.
What's grinding your gears today?
I feel like his actions here were carefully calculated just to see what the plebs will put up with.
On a different occasion when we were selling Christmas trees his groundskeeper came to us and asked for a free tree for the Lord.
They weren't the same of course but we found it funny because the Lord owned the woodlands behind the shop. He didn't get a free tree.