The Stuff BIAD Keeps In His Shed.

I'm on it and attempting to reveal further information!
BIAD's focus on his pet-plants is stifling the flow of the yarn!

He said 'sorry' and then went back to filling his watering can
up... yer' know, the way he does it is disgusting in my view.

@ninurta,it might be foxes calling for a mate

That really is weird @ninurta, do tell when you find out what it is

I want to -yet don't want to ask what is the 'moat'?

I know you secreted some bonds, shares and two wheelbarrows of gold away back
in the 1800's, I still have the newspaper about the daring raid.
But a moat...? Did thee purchase a castle, Sire?

I can understand your be-fuddlement MFA, there are many avenues that one can
get lost in and even sigh 'Heavens-to-Betsy, where am I?!'

Ninurta has been around for quite some time and due to BIAD's penchant for
extra-extra longevity, a type of calendar can be sketched-up about the woodman's
past from the Man-Girl's accounts.

We know that during the Great depression, the pair were mistaken for Clyde Barrow
and Bonnie Parker. I think BIAD never got over the fact that the newspapers believed
Ninurta was actually the beret-wearing Bonnie.

There was the incident where Ninurta and BIAD came across a time machine whilst
Ninurta was enjoying one his drinking bouts. As a merry bon-mot, the craggy wildman
convinced the dullard in the alarmingly-short dress to travel back to the age of Butch
Cassidy and The Sundance Kid.

Sadly, Ninurta's eyes aren't what they used to be and they ended up in the seventies
with Ninurta portraying DAVID Cassidy and BIAD taking on Susan Dey's character in
the Partridge Family for two episodes.

And if you ask him, he'll admit he's still got the two-tone loons.

I'll take it that you're referring to the birds that frequent the small box
that BIAD built on the side of his shed...?

Seriously though, the complaints I've endured from neighbours when he's
hunkered down and digging at weeds and the wolf-whistles from passing
construction vehicles he draws whilst he's rummaging through a clump of
Mother-In-Law's Cushion, I believe it's only a matter of time before the
Police will contacted and Boy In A Dress will be asked to tuck his parts
away from passing eyes.
And passing-out old men that wander by on their way to collect their
pensions.

(The number has increased curiously since the good weather has appeared)

I discovered an album of sorts, in BIAD's 'lickle home' and there's
quite a few images from another time.
I only managed to grab this picture of him and Ninurta this time
and has -of to date, refused to say when it was from and what
the hell was going on.

He worries me at times.