An odd title?
Not really…I promise, there is some relevance rather than blatant trickery trying to lure you in to a post merely by its title. It was the weekend, we decided to go for a walk, perpetuated by the need to get clay, yes clay. Why? I hear you ask. Well the reason is because of irksome homework. Don’t you love it when your child’s school sets them a project of mammoth effort and size, then tell you to take photographic evidence, keep said monstrosity at home and keep it there. Yes you got it right, spend weeks sweating blood and tears over a project and it doesn’t see the light of day in the school. So what are we meant to do with it? Put it on the coffee table as an artifact? So the challenge this time, to create a caste in 3D, basically build it. My son is creating a Mott & Bailey Castle, example below:
What has this all got to do with husbands. Well I have a husband. Right now that sounds like it is an accessory, not like a bag which complements oneself, is useful, carries ones things and generally looks pleasing, oh no, more like “I have a headache”, a pain, I won’t say anymore, it’s one of those days or weeks.
When homework comes up and I might upon the odd occasion ask for some input, support or otherwise on your average English assignment, do you see the headache for dust. Oh no, no interest whatsoever and has the most amazing vanishing effect ever. However, this is a creation, something of substance and my ‘headache’ I can only assume gets on the competitive head, or is it creative head? I don’t know, I can’t get in the mind of the opposite sex to really know, but that is how it appears to me.
What happens? My ‘headache’ suddenly appears with enough building materials to make ‘Bob the Builder’ pass out, I suppose the fact he is a builder it really shouldn’t surprise me but it does. You see I have sockets, skirting’s etc that have been in need off attention for six months or so, do the building materials come in for that, oh no, but within a matter of not days, but literally minutes the tool box arrives. So in a period of a few days, the building materials have constructed the framework as you will see…it is then we need to go for a walk, to collect clay to cover said frame, after a hugely messy affair of papier-mâché is applied, yes all completed in unnervingly fast time.
So now it was time to collect clay. Wellies were donned, dogs leashed up, bucket ready and shovel, yes not trowel nor spade but a great big shovel. The dogs were keen, well at least one was, the other our old gentlemen wasn’t so sure especially when he saw the quagmire that Palewell is at the moment.
What is it about dogs and poles, as you will see our youngest, the dog that is, decided to urinate upon a “no dumping sign”, very apt. He seemed to be having a bladder problem this day and proceeded in urinating on anything upright he could find.
We trundled in to the forest upon which the children after having found their favorite den exclaimed that the clay was in the open space of the common between the two fields, so off we went. I must say I felt rather like a criminal, my senses very nervous about digging up a public area.
I was convinced a Parks person would of course on that day decide to do the rounds and give us a thorough telling off, perhaps a fine? Time in the slammer? Alright I am getting a bit carried away now. Clay was found and dug. I kept saying “hurry up, get it over and done with, hurry hurry” in anxious voice. It was done plus a worm added to the mixture.
Then a meander down between the allotments, one of my favorite places. Then a wander home. The clay is still outside the house. I wonder if superman headache will decide to paste what seems to be ‘his’ rather than my eldest’s creation with said mucky material! Watch this space, I might just update this post with the ongoing antics of castle building.
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