Darrell’s attempts at cooking with acorns was not as successful as he had hoped, but to keep his mood buoyant I suggested that he entertain Nigel with a little craft session with the acorns he hadn’t been grated, boiled, fried or baked to an inch of their lives….
They both decided to fashion little men out of what was left using wibbly wobbly eyes, a bit of white pen and a few small boxes.
Nigel was completely enraptured…… he hummed to himself happily and made up little voices for all the little men he made.
He called his favourite one Martin and he even made him a little car. I think perhaps that Nigel has leanings of a very artistic type nature.
I was so proud of the way Darrell had encouraged and nurtured Nigel’s obvious talents and how he had kept him on track but then......... it went very, very quiet …..…. for a minute or two ……
…….. but then followed shrieks of loud, hysterical, uncontrollable laughter ….. which left Darrell gasping for breath …..