With the end of September looming, Darrell confessed that he was feeling very autumnally remiss with his seasonal décor, to be honest, he’d done absolutely nothing, which was something he knew Hugh, his best friend and mentor of all things “autumnal hue” would give him a disapproving tutting for.
So yesterday morning, with this in mind, he caught the bus up to The Range, returning with a bulging carrier and in the afternoon, while Nigel was on the school run, he said he was going “a-foraging”, again returning with a full sack.
Then this morning he was like a demon with a hot glue gun possessed! “The Towers” he announced “was not going to be found wanting in any way, shape or form as far as the season was concerned!” What is he like?
After a couple of hours and several burnt fingers (fortunately, nothing too serious or incapacitating), though not completely comfortable with the floral arts, despite many hours of tutorship from Hugh, he was pretty triumphant.
Hanging it on the door and examining it carefully from all possible angles …….
…… he proclaimed it was indeed fit to grace our portal and perhaps just enough to niggle our miserable neighbour upstairs, who doesn’t really like such things!
The boy dun good …….. now what about the rest of The Towers Darrell?
2 comments:
That is superb, Darrell. You are almost as talented as mum. I'm sure that Hugh would approve of the hues. I hope 'im upstairs doesn't cause a hue and cry.
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