Monday, June 14, 2010
So, I Return From All That Tropical Island/Hawaiian Shirt/Pina Colada Bizzo, Only to Find a Large Head Has Taken Up Residence in The Driveway...
Needless to suggest, the neighbours and local dog walkers have been buzzing with some consternation. The guerilla knitting was bewildering enough for many but now poor Slav, who lives directly opposite, has developed a nervous tick. There is only so much continual, direct eyeballing, from a two metre, bronze, ex-(dead) Prime Minister, one can take.
John Next Door, in a burst of heroism, has volunteered to put us all out of our misery and deliver Alfred to the nearest truck bound for Canberra, while the Mr does his level best to fly ahead and find Alfred a more suitable home. In an attempt to minimise the alarm of peak hour motorists, John Next Door will undertake the Head-on-Trailer commute in the cover of pre-dawn. Only then, will many around here be breathing easier over their corn flakes.
I won’t be breathing easy until I get the call from the Mr somewhere around Thursday, informing me that the right pins fit in the right holes, that it didn’t rain so the concrete set, that the stonework is beautiful, that Alfred looks perfectly at home and with a bit of luck, the Mr might make it back in time for dinner and that celebratory pina colada.