Friday, July 27, 2018

I promised the shed some bunting once I have painted it

Now that David Davis has given way, first to Dominic Raab, and then to an executive percentage of Theresa May, Monsieur Barnier through sheer longevity is taking on the status of a Godfather. The music suggests he will be the last man standing.



The shed, being so old, is difficult to paint. You waft a brush at it and the plaster crumbles off. But only one side remains unpainted now, and of course the back, which is Disgracing Us in the Community, being visible from the Wild Atlantic Way, but pish to that.

I hope I haven't jumped the gun too much by hanging the celebratory bunting on the west elevation, the one with the broken red door. I must take a snap of the bunting. You will all be dying to see it.

9 comments:

  1. The broken red door will be what makes it.

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    1. I know, it's so French, the undepicted red door. On a bleak, grainy day I could sell it in Athena. Hello Rachel.

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  2. I am dying to see anything. Anything at all from you. At all.

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    1. Lucille, did you see that Sue is showing glimmerings? Yes, Sue!

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  3. Honestly, you are so exotic, I thought I was looking at some artisan writer's shed on Kefalonia.

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    1. Quickly googles Kefalonia, puts on air of one who went there before it became a handpicked holiday. Whereas in fact that year I went to Swinford.

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  4. Tudo de bom o blog nos truxe um excelente resultado, agradecemos as postagens

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You're looking particularly well.

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