Hello Everybody, Happy Friday! Do you remember a while back when Shirl made an appearance? Well, today’s share is the scene she was meant to be taking part in once she tore herself away from that which did not concern her. It is a recently completed commission that is now with its rightful owner so I can safely show you. There’s a little video here
So settle in with a nice cup of tea or, indeed, coffee, if that is your thing, and maybe a couple of biscuits. It’s a long one…
Living on the Edge 150; High Hopes…
When Miss Bunty Withers arrived at the scene, things were already out of hand. She’d been called by the neighbour for legal advice a month earlier but since then,matters had escalated. This was her first visit to site. Tensions were running high, voices were raised and there was a strong smell of gas.
Logan had a very bad case of keeping up with the Joneses and what had begun as a simple kitchen extension had turned into a race with Adrian and Hester to the top of the skyline. No planning permission had ever been granted for no planning permission had ever been sought. And now, what with the excavations for the underground heated swimming pool and the weight of the numerous new rooms, the ground had given way and become a gaping yawn.
Adrian and Hester stood back looking smug, exchanging knowing looks and feeling vindicated that they had indeed been right to call for the services of a qualified someone, albeit a little late in the day.Sean, never one to make a fuss, but with every right to make one given the current situation he found himself in, was precariously balanced on the edge of a hole and was giving out a slow, high pitched siren noise but was otherwise unresponsive.
Shirl, who’d been trying to mind her own business but no longer could, was leaning over where the pavement used to be and talking about personal safety issues and trying to see what Miss Withers was writing on her clipboard.
Since qualifying in September Bunty had been looking for something to get her teeth into and call her own. She scratched her nose to ease an itch that didn’t exist,dug a Louboutin heel a little deeper into the tarmac and took a deep breath.Why hadn’t she been called earlier to draft contracts? Most of the chaos unfolding before her could surely have been avoided. But now it was too late.But then, she mused as she looked around, perhaps it had always been too late… xxx
