Whatever that means
It was my own fault, after they’d failed to find any conkers by the tree on the road out of the village, to suggest that there would be hundreds on the other side of the wall since that’s where most of the branches hung. We wandered round. Pockets were filled and then soft lad went back out with his bike and two poly bags and came back with 200 of the things. They’re in his room now, drying out or get mouldy.