Refused me the council did but the architect chap thinks with his plans will get permission so they have gone in.
All sorts of thought to try and pass it, reclaimed brick base, timber painted in heritage green same as sash windows in house.
Sash Windows in garage, can be taken down so not permanent, trees planted to screen one side.
Last chance this before the van falls to pieces up here on the moors.
The weather is horrendous in winter and that doesn't do justice to the word horrendous.
It rains and rains and rains at times and the blizzards. Wow.
The beauty of living in an AONB. Ive included a Christmas drink for them too, no bribery intended, hope they see the funny side.
This should swing it.
So come on you planners, let's get it passed
For if its refused, this van is our last
There is no storage, for many a mile
All you can see is sheep, grouse and a stile
I'm pinning my hopes on this season of joy
And hoping you now say ''it's passed my young boy''
That poor van gets battered and smashed by the weather
Let's now protect it, from grouse shit and heather
This is the last time, you'll hear from me
So Planning , consider it, so carefully
For if its refused again and again
A bit pile of metal, cos of storms and the rain
The winds are too vicious, the van it is rocking, I cannot stand up, the storms they are shock It's
It's raining upwards, how can that be
surely that defies gravity.
Merry Christmas you planners, now enjoy the rum
If you refuse me this time, you can stick it right up your bum.
Yours hopefully.
All sorts of thought to try and pass it, reclaimed brick base, timber painted in heritage green same as sash windows in house.
Sash Windows in garage, can be taken down so not permanent, trees planted to screen one side.
Last chance this before the van falls to pieces up here on the moors.
The weather is horrendous in winter and that doesn't do justice to the word horrendous.
It rains and rains and rains at times and the blizzards. Wow.
The beauty of living in an AONB. Ive included a Christmas drink for them too, no bribery intended, hope they see the funny side.
This should swing it.
So come on you planners, let's get it passed
For if its refused, this van is our last
There is no storage, for many a mile
All you can see is sheep, grouse and a stile
I'm pinning my hopes on this season of joy
And hoping you now say ''it's passed my young boy''
That poor van gets battered and smashed by the weather
Let's now protect it, from grouse shit and heather
This is the last time, you'll hear from me
So Planning , consider it, so carefully
For if its refused again and again
A bit pile of metal, cos of storms and the rain
The winds are too vicious, the van it is rocking, I cannot stand up, the storms they are shock It's
It's raining upwards, how can that be
surely that defies gravity.
Merry Christmas you planners, now enjoy the rum
If you refuse me this time, you can stick it right up your bum.
Yours hopefully.
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