A load of bullshit

I have just taken delivery of 25 tonnes of bovine manure from a local feedlot. Equivalent to 2,000 bags from the local temple of the big red hammer, but only 10% of the price. Paul reckons I'll need three of these loads...
The roof is slowly coming together as the roofers can only come a few hours a day as they have other jobs on the go. This time the gutter brackets are attached.

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