I am back, well when I say back I
am back writing the diary again after all that awards ceremony yesterday where I
wandered up and down red carpets smiling with ultra white teeth at the press
and wearing my best clothes. I did try
and mingle with the celebrities but they tried to huddle together and appeared
to be all out to form a barrier between myself and the nice Steven Spielberg. I
thanked everyone I could possibly think of for my award because I realize it is
not good form to say “Hell I am good and it is no wonder I won, the others were
quiet frankly total rubbish”. So after several hours of thanking everyone I
noticed folk were shuffling about and looking at watches, I guess they had
trains to catch so I finished off by annoying (sorry announcing to) everyone the news of the forthcoming Steven Spielberg spectacular based on the
manuscript of my diary. I have even offered to include more horses and
stretched limousines to keep him happy. AH mum has said IDIOT apparently Lincoln
has nothing to do with stretched limousines, well that’s a bit confusing
calling a film after a car and then not having any cars in it.
Ooooo OK sorry
a little distracted after a grey day of architectural structural design at
school where we analysed distress fractals in the structure of the school roof
by loading it up with huge concrete blocks borrowed from the foundations. We were
finally able to conclude that it was not our fault that the roof is now structurally
faulty. As the science teacher said the frontiers of science will never be
broken without the odd bandage, sorry I mean Breakage, hang on I mean both….
I then spent my
weekly hour of penance at the local junior school teaching Art to the small
over enthusiastic children who I have been told really enjoy my visits, that’s a
worry. As it happened they managed to stay sort of focused until about the last
quarter of an hour when their young keen minds started to ponder distress
fractals in teachers, or to be more specific me…..
I have also on
my return home managed to do a little work on the construction of a trellis perimeter
to the slowly developing Moroccan Patio Garden which still has rather a long
way to go but is slowly but surely taking shape. And I hope to be able to draw
another Micro God later time permitting (busy busy busy), I think I need the
Micro God of Patio's and Verandas after all this is Britain
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