We are rapidly reaching the end of another
years diary (book three) as the school holidays are almost over and the
notorious end of holiday machines are starting to clear the fields of crops in
order to locate any escaped children who were hoping to hide amongst the wheat
and barley. I am resorting to plan B now
and growing a large handle bar moustache, OK I am making one out of cardboard and
plan to stand about in a masterly way looking important and giving instructions
and telling small children to go to bed with no supper, which is what most
adults do.
The Ghost Writer is now an official member
of the Monty Cardboard Robot Club so that he can use my expertise as a producer
of cardboard sculpture to create a cardboard masterpiece. Which the Ghost
Writer is planning to give as a present, which is just as well because the one
disadvantage to creating great masterpieces in cardboard is that folk will not
buy cardboard art. Well they will not buy cardboard art from the Monty
Cardboard Robot Club, but then it is a cult organisation and in years to come
folk will tell of the legends of its strange and eccentric members who skulked
in the shadows of recycling skips discussing the quality of cardboard.
Today by the way has been
relatively peaceful; if you ignore the fact huge machines have removed the
planned hiding places of small children and Zombies (that’s small Zombies not
large Zombies). I have had a chat with
Mrs E, the person formally known as Miss I who is planning to sign her name
with a squiggly symbol until she has mastered writing her surname quickly. And I have taught the Ghost Writer to paint
the sea blue (actually he is rubbish at it) and I have looked for bats.
Your picture of the combine harvester looks similar to the same model that my uncle and a cousin use. But the other cousin uses a John Deere.
ReplyDeleteI know nothing of these machines except they are quite big, and it is not a good idea to hide in a cornfield when they are about.
DeleteHope you are well Mr ESB. :)
Mrs E, formally known as Miss I, seems to be working her way through the vowels. E I E I O U, A?
ReplyDeleteCardboard Robot Wars, hosted by that aggravating guy from Red Dwarf and now on Corrie.
Hee haw and ha!
Ah all will be revealed soon, in the grand world of cardboard . . . . ..
DeleteThose inconsiderate farmers, taking away all the good hiding places. Your disguise might be the best idea.
ReplyDeleteI feel God may have spoken as there is a large pile of straw bales on one of the sharp bends on the road just round the corner a little way. They are rather large so folk are unable to scurry off with a lifetimes supply of straw for the rabbit.
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