Turning my hand to big budget film production while waiting for plaster to dry and buds to open, so please be enjoying this, recorded before we went to NY:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFagCTPUgRo
Tim has pointed out that with some sort of spooky omniscience Youtube have integrated the word "Fag" into the link. Uncanny.
One of our achievements this week was clearing out the yard at the back of the shop. Mark's brother Paul leant his brawn to the operation, as did two Bulgarians whose English is non existent until asked if they'd like a sausage sandwich from the Farmers' Market whereupon they chirrup "Yes please!" But when further questioned as to whether they wanted ketchup or mustard we hit a wall of non-comprehension. So I pointed to the bashed up yellow door frame - "Mustard?"and next to the red gas canister that is our bathetic attempt at drying the walls, "Or ketchup?" "Ketchup!" A little applied thought can get through breeze blocks. Anyway, together we moved some of those and mountains of other rubbish. We discovered a flower bed next to the crumbly old brick wall that separates us from our neighbours. Three lilies had survived being buried in a dump and I found a bent little conifer and some ivy in a pot on its side that I suspect had fallen from a window sill of the flats above. Back at the market in the muddy church yard I bought three pink primulas at 75p each. It rained all day as we worked. For some reason I had snatched up my best Paul Smith overcoat as we left the house but it is so well made it will recover. In one of its deep pockets I discovered a pair of airline socks from the flight and was happy to put them on as well so cold it was.
As we piled the rubble bags on the platform outside the shop, local people continuously stopped to ask what we are going to do there and to wish us luck. Over zealously, back in the yard, one of the Bulgarians chopped at a thick stem in the flower bed with his shovel, right next to the wall, thinking it was a weed. Mark and I both said "Not that! It's a rose!" but of course he couldn't understand. Mark stayed his hand as the man went to hack at it again and it was saved. It just got an extremely drastic pruning. And from the ashes of disaster grow, as you do know, the roses of success:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GND10sWq0n0
Funnily enough, bad Baron Bomburst, who takes my hero Caractacus Potts and co. captive in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - yes, an even better film than the one that commenced this post - is the ruler of Vulgaria.
Ah, the boat's at the quay for Hushabye Mountain. G'night y'all:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNCUuz4P3q8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFagCTPUgRo
Tim has pointed out that with some sort of spooky omniscience Youtube have integrated the word "Fag" into the link. Uncanny.
One of our achievements this week was clearing out the yard at the back of the shop. Mark's brother Paul leant his brawn to the operation, as did two Bulgarians whose English is non existent until asked if they'd like a sausage sandwich from the Farmers' Market whereupon they chirrup "Yes please!" But when further questioned as to whether they wanted ketchup or mustard we hit a wall of non-comprehension. So I pointed to the bashed up yellow door frame - "Mustard?"and next to the red gas canister that is our bathetic attempt at drying the walls, "Or ketchup?" "Ketchup!" A little applied thought can get through breeze blocks. Anyway, together we moved some of those and mountains of other rubbish. We discovered a flower bed next to the crumbly old brick wall that separates us from our neighbours. Three lilies had survived being buried in a dump and I found a bent little conifer and some ivy in a pot on its side that I suspect had fallen from a window sill of the flats above. Back at the market in the muddy church yard I bought three pink primulas at 75p each. It rained all day as we worked. For some reason I had snatched up my best Paul Smith overcoat as we left the house but it is so well made it will recover. In one of its deep pockets I discovered a pair of airline socks from the flight and was happy to put them on as well so cold it was.
As we piled the rubble bags on the platform outside the shop, local people continuously stopped to ask what we are going to do there and to wish us luck. Over zealously, back in the yard, one of the Bulgarians chopped at a thick stem in the flower bed with his shovel, right next to the wall, thinking it was a weed. Mark and I both said "Not that! It's a rose!" but of course he couldn't understand. Mark stayed his hand as the man went to hack at it again and it was saved. It just got an extremely drastic pruning. And from the ashes of disaster grow, as you do know, the roses of success:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GND10sWq0n0
Funnily enough, bad Baron Bomburst, who takes my hero Caractacus Potts and co. captive in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - yes, an even better film than the one that commenced this post - is the ruler of Vulgaria.
Ah, the boat's at the quay for Hushabye Mountain. G'night y'all:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNCUuz4P3q8&feature=related
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