We decided with the family to ride to the country, smash the dust and generally see how there and what. It turned out that already now the people in the villages are full, including a new neighbor has lived there for a week.

Lyrical retreat: This neighbor appeared only last year, somewhere in July. I accepted to change everything, removed something from the hood. The main thing is to move the toilet away from the house. The place was chosen at the far end of the section in the corner. All the neighbors told him that it was not worth putting there - the areas in our shell are located a little under the fence and during the rain or melting of snow it is through this place that the streams flow, so that sooner or later its shit will break out and spread around the district, and the wood will quickly rot because of the moisture. He did not listen, excavated a pit, installed a classic "point", and on top of it, a "squeaker".

Today is Epic Feel. I hear the scream, the thunder and the scream. I go out on the street and see: the shrimp fell on our site by the door up, and in the place of the toilet... how would you describe... remember the cow in a pumpkin from "The Characteristics of the National Hunt", about which was the phrase "you want to live - you don't get so quick"? Our neighbor was such a cow today. The throne under him collapsed and he hanged over the abyss in an unthinkable acrobatic posture with his naked ass.

The neighbor managed to save, but to stop roaring over him - not.

Hopefully now the toilet will move to a more suitable place))