16th February 2013, 06:25 PM
CHAPTER 1 - The Sweat off a Hog.
It had been hours since Daffid was last on site. In that time he had managed to make three shovel handles so damp with sweat that anyone giving one a squeeze in the murk of the tool shed would have believed them to be long soft blackened bananas and not the upright pieces of hickory they had started that day as.
'Oh ducky . . .' whispered Daffid to the wheelbarrow he had collapsed into, although, with his trousers now wrapped around his molars, it made it sounded more like 'Ud ooky . . .'
The tool shed door suddenly lurched open and standing silhouetted in the antiseptic afternoon winter light was the incorruptible form of Bevan Fullridge.
'Oh Christ almightly!' vociferated Fullridge, 'You'll never sell those shovels now! Not even online!! And as for that new big sieve you bought, while you were, er . . . indisposed, Moon Unit has been using it to scrape the hair off a dead pig and he's scared all the tourists away!!'
Pray continue somebody . . .
Anybody?
It had been hours since Daffid was last on site. In that time he had managed to make three shovel handles so damp with sweat that anyone giving one a squeeze in the murk of the tool shed would have believed them to be long soft blackened bananas and not the upright pieces of hickory they had started that day as.
'Oh ducky . . .' whispered Daffid to the wheelbarrow he had collapsed into, although, with his trousers now wrapped around his molars, it made it sounded more like 'Ud ooky . . .'
The tool shed door suddenly lurched open and standing silhouetted in the antiseptic afternoon winter light was the incorruptible form of Bevan Fullridge.
'Oh Christ almightly!' vociferated Fullridge, 'You'll never sell those shovels now! Not even online!! And as for that new big sieve you bought, while you were, er . . . indisposed, Moon Unit has been using it to scrape the hair off a dead pig and he's scared all the tourists away!!'
Pray continue somebody . . .
Anybody?