“Silly old gaffers live in the friggin’ woods, eat bloody dandelions, and best part, no badges.”
I had me doubts about home invasions but the COVID had interrupted my regular cash flow. I was an old school badger game trouper, but Marcie had up and self-isolated back to T.O.
Truth was, there were no panting suckers to be had, anyways.
So, with a little nod to old Clockwork Orangeman Alex, Squeege and I hit the backroads.
Somewhere, the big boodle was waiting.