Pootled off to The Old Fish Shop Gallery to biff out another masterpiece for the Treasury Extravaganza on Sat. Not usually in harness on a Mon and Tues, but had to swap with the Pinkster so as she could hand wash all the yurts down the stream and pack them away for another summer.
Actually got rudely interrupted by a CUSTOMER wishing to purchase a v small framed print of Welly. Stone me – retirement in the Beeharmars is closer than One thought!
Any road up, had the usual plethora of eejits bearing hand woven gonad snoods and the like. Plus, a v annoying personage intent on telling me her entire life saga, complete with all the bods who’d done her wrong. Speaking of which, she was in when that weird, foaming at the mouth, type biffed up to invade One’s space, so that was a b in d as he sheared after chapter two. He only hangs about if he can get the serene One to himself, whereupon One is like a sodding fairground duck trying to dodge the spittle showers.
Late in the day, closing time in fact, WWW fronted up with significant other, to see if One would like a break. Like a sodding break? It was time to shear to the underground lair and quaff a quart or two of vino collapso to wash down a cow pie!
Oh my giddy aunt! They’d been to the new Batman film and as always were dressed accordingly – he as the Caped Crusader and she as Catwoman in a freshly torn pelt from a bit of road kill.
One well remembers the ghastly spectacle of the pair attending the Somerset premiere of Last Tango in Paris.
Shares in Kerrygold plummeted. But Quells hit an all time high!