A gradgrind scribbler like me tries to squeeze out every pfennig from my meager efforts. But now I’ve come up with a surpassingly brilliant business idea, one that’s gonna put me and the Mrs on Easy Street toot sweet. It’s such a sure-fire hit, I can’t even believe I devised it. You’ve heard of agrotourism, where you and the kids toddle to some verdant farm to pick apples, grab blueberries off the bush, lift pumpkins from soggy ground or fight your way through a maze of hay bales. Your manual work is conducted at eye-watering, wallet-emptying prices - which is why it’s called agrotourism. Well, wait’ll you hear this.
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