‘ Can you just do an artist’s impression of a new build for me?’ came the enquiry.
‘Yes, of course I’d love to and thank you for thinking of me,’ was the grateful, bacon-saving, reply.
Two trips to collect the paperwork and one site visit later, One was still unable to sharpen One’s pencil.
‘I can’t download the drawings at the moment but if you visit the site the builder will walk you around,’ was the instruction.
So, off One pootled in the Porsche to a little hamlet on the way to the seaside.
A pickernick basket in the boot and a twenty times zoom slung round me neck and One was off!
The site proved to be a muddy clearing in a sunny dip by a stream.
‘Jolly nice,’ thought One, but even with One’s active imagination One can’t produce anything without the plans.
‘Hot Diggety’, here they are, (One is currently watching the Waltons) when the email lands.
One can begin!
‘Twas, however, a splendid day out at the beach with One’s pickernick basket that contained a sumptuous luncheon comprising of home baked ham sandwiches (made from home made bread) and a clotted cream filled home baked chocolate cake with home made raspberry jam.
ALL THAT AND ONE STILL CAN’T ENTICE A GRATEFUL OLD PENSIONER INTO ONE’S LAIR.
No matter – They all end up as just an irritation and a pile of socks and pants to launder.
Just caught a bit of ‘The Wright Stuff’ and some silly Saira Kahn sort, who reckons that depression is ‘feeling a bit low’ and would be ‘cure by some exercise,’
Depression is when you don’t get out of your truckle bed for weeks and when you do it is to research suicide methods online.