I went on a morning stroll/jog/run/walk/undignified crawl today to work off some Generally Undiagnosable and Irrational but Very Real Crankiness and wandered through a new industrial estate.
It’s all rather exciting looking at chunks of former farming land being reinvented into large sheds and marvelling how importing cherries from the USA, avocadoes from New Zealand and kiwi fruit from Peru or Gautemala or some place on the other side of the world makes good sense.
The current lessee of one vacant block stores monster trucks that move dirt from here to there with a burgeoning side business in growing dandelions.
The developer’s marketing campaign for this block took my interest because it, well, seems less industrial than its intended client base would expect.
Who on earth invented the word ‘factoryette’ for an industrial estate? A dickheadette?
Crank-o-meter: the stupidettes are taking over the world