Ah that time of year, when easterly winds have at us and drag the farming air from the Netherlands and northern Europe across the UK.
So for the next day or so, the smells won't be you or your neighbour, but the after-effects of farming cultivation. Having serious second thoughts about country living.
That's the problem when undertaking the bish bosh principle when commenting and enjoying a tiple of cider at the same time. Brain to finger co-ordination exponentially diminish, whilst blind righteous indignation grows ever stronger!
Best to be avoided at all cost, as the point is swamped by the readers inability to get beyond the wrongness of a piece.
