Poor, poor, poor Nigel was rendered totally bereft this morning …….
….. he’d gone up the road to proudly show Darrell his “found”, marrow in the wild, along with a small bag of our old, used tea leaves to use as compost to help build it up ………
……. only to find that though the rhubarb remained. said wonderous, on the small side, marrow had completely vanished!
No stone, leaf or old dog end was left unturned in an effort to find it and though he had Darrell to look with him too, his marrow was no more! Someone, they sadly surmised, must have hungrily (????) half inched it, before, Nigel sighed, it really had had a chance to reach it’s full potential …….
…… leaving the little fella to simply wonder and mourn. However, he and Darrell still carefully spread the tea leaves around the bottom of the rhubarb, promising himself that he would keep a watchful eye on it and if he felt that it was in any way in danger, he might just contemplate cutting it for our own good selves and a small rhubarb crumble ……. finders keepers and all that! What is he like?
2 comments:
Oh dear, what a pity. Maybe someone who reads Mum's Monkey saw the post and went to 'alf inch it.
¡¡¡My suspicions are all on YOU, Jtf!!!
MR D !!!!!!! As if ..... but we did have a delish bowl of marrow soup last evening for supper.....
Joking aside - I would go down and ask questions in Parliament if I were you young Nige! JantheFan x
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