You could rent out the ground.Nelly goes,
Doing that. Money's crap.
You could plant trees.
Done that. Fifteen acres in trees already.
What about a garden centre? Bert could run it and you could do a tea shop. Sell your cheesecake.
We hate garden centres.
Lots of money to be made.
Boarding kennels then?
Someone tried for boarding kennels before and the road put in against it.
Riding stables? Paintballing?
Paintballing? Lots of fit blokes running about? Mmm. Maybe.Bert goes,
Riding stables? Lots of gorgeous lassies in jodphurs? Sounds OK. Far better than all those oul biddies that hang about garden centres.Young Rooney goes,
Aye. Riding stables. Me and Loveheart'll be round here all the time. Loveheart says all those horsey girls are mad for it. He says it's all the bouncing about in saddles that gets them going.Nelly says,
Yeah. And I can become one of those old eccentric horsey women running about in filthy jeans and bodywarmers with no time to go to the hairdresser.Bert says,
Sure that's you now...