We were all in the garden making the most of the autumnal sunshine, looking at the clouds and pondering what they looked like.
“Mine,” mused Darrell “looks like a cat, sitting on a fence, licking his paws and wondering whether he is having Felix or Kit-e-Kat for his tea””
I said that I thought my cloud looked like a huge crusty baguette
And then Nigel completely lowered the tone by announcing that his cloud looked like a big poo!
…… It didn’t help when Darrell collapsed with laughter…..
…. so much so that at one stage I thought I would have to call for medical assistance when I thought he had stopped breathing…..…
…. brevity could not be restored for at least half an hour. And then, when Darrell, had composed himself, he started taking pictures of the said cloud on his phone, sending them to Vinnie, Cyril, Hugh and Sevi.
What are they like? ….. I despair!