Sorry, but this is not big news where I am this week, and the upstairs/downstairs arrangement is normal too. I used to play in a band with someone who lived with his elderly parents and a dozen pigs and cows in a one-storey Saxon loshoes in a German border swamp. From the rich sounds that emerged from his dwelling when, snorting and mooing, we called by on Saturdays we concluded that the space had not yet been divided according to modern criteria.

Categories: Flocks and work animals, Les bourgeois, Splog

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