Roses, roses, all the way...... Ann snapped this white rambler taking over a wall of our bank car park.
Motored over to Stowmarket this morning for a haircut. My barber there is a friend. He collects early weaponry, which gives us a subject in common, and anyway, he's the best barber in this area. I wish I could find someone a bit nearer but Ann says he does a first rate job on me, so it's worth the petrol. Ann spent most of today working at the Ansell Club. I've mentioned it before. It provides a very good lunch for the elderly of our town at very reasonable rates. The daft thing is that most of the volunteer helpers/organisers are more elderly than most of the customers!! I've been busy this evening making a four poster bed (for a doll's house). If I'm not careful I'll find I've changed meself from an antiquarian horologist into a toy maker. Still, it keeps me off the streets, and I enjoy a challenge. Nearly bedtime. So : goodnight all.

Papa Gipetto, that wood explain my looooooong nose.
ReplyDeleteNow I have to comment again because my wv is:
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But only if you are in the habit of telling porkies. And to whom do you think that wv could possibly be refering ?????
ReplyDeleteI don't believe it but my WV is nutzkin, and the same query presents itself, what?
A word to thewise... I suspect all our kin are nutz!
ReplyDeleteI don't suppose you'd care to make that four-poster into an automaton with occupants who throw back the blankets and sit up and yawn?
That might keep the streets safer for quite a while... and enhance the interest of the dolls-house somewhat.
I had an automaton rather like that once. It was a bedroom scene where a whiskery, red eyed, male figure in a nightcap and nightshire sat in a chair near the fireplace trying to feed and calm a squalling baby. Every so often s female figure in the double bed in the corner would suddenly sit up, shake her head and wag an admonitory finger at the other two figures. It was rather a depressing scene. I think it probably started life as a penny in the slot fairground entertainment scene. It was worked by a crank handle at the front of the box. I took it in as part of a fairly complicated deal over a rather handsome long case clock. I 'did up' the automaton and sold it on, glad to see the back of it. Not at all my period or sort of thing. But I suppose it had a sort of late victorian black humour to it. Cheers, Mike.
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