“Aha!”
That’s wot I quotheded when I unwrapped the Xbo pressie from my Bro. The Dangerous Book For Boys is a book wot I should have had aged 12. Amongst the delights therein (such as How To Grind An Italic Nib, Timers & Trip-Wires, Making A Go-Cart (BTDT), Five Pomes Every Boy Should Know) is a set of detailed instructions for building a tree-house. Fab! There’s also a fair amount of Science and History (which are both brilliant), so I spend last night reading up about The Golden Age Of Piracy, Douglas Bader, Kings & Queens Of England, numerous Famous Battles (Rorke’s Drift, Crecy, Waterloo etc).
I swotted up on so much well-written history that I actually dreamt I was Lord Admiral Horatio Nelson last night! Ace!
In other news, my allotment plot seems to have aquired a shed. No, I didn’t buy one. Nor was one kindly donated by a mysterious benefactor. No, it just grew there cos I’m so great at growing stuff.
Oh, alright then: it blew over from next door’s plot, which belongs to none other than Old Danny, the Irish feller who seems to live at the allotments. Known and well-respected by all, he keeps an eye on everyone’s plots and has been seen nailing up the odd broken window here and there after a holiday break-in or giving advice on digging to knowlessmen (ahem).
I doubt Danny will want the old thing back, it’s rotten through and through. Mysterious how it retained its shape after blowing onto my plot actually.
Hmmm. I suppose I could just grow an Oak tree under it and Hey Presto! In 70 years I’ll have a tree house.
Good job I’m patient, really.
‹Wonders if a periscope can be incorporated into the shed roof>
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