Ahh, the classic aroma of Cuprinol, so evocative of childhood years spent poking around in my grandad's Anderson shelter-come-shed. A whiff of two stroke, grass clippings and that weird crystally powder you can use to make your pink hydrangeas blue or the other way round.This isn't, incidentally, my fence. Just a random stranger's. Nice all the same. Sniff...sniff...
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