F##k
What is this pagan festival that doth blight this land and prevent honest souls from earning a crust.
The Lords of the Manor remain behind locked doors and the sounds of merriment reverberate from the castle walls - But only a rule of 6, everyone 2m distance, face masks to be worn when visiting the toilet, everyone back home by 8pm and no nightclubs.
My offerings were too late for the trusty chariot arriving at sparrows fart, there is no one to vent my anger and dismay at the High Castle of Tandridge Council as all must “work from home” to rid this land of a plague of work-shy-itus or stay at home on full pay
Now what to do with the result of my indulgence? Has been 10 days rotting, I must wait nearly half a moon cycle before the blessed monks will visit again - I fear I must contribute to the CO2 content of the vile air I breathe