His first one evolved gradually, as he discovered, through working in it, how he wanted it to be, so this time, he knows in advance what he wants and where. So, where do the damsons come in? Well, in that garden, there is a damson tree, heavy with damsons at this time of year, and as there are no jam makers in the immediate vicinity, a lot of them end up on the ground.
Are you beginning to see where this is going? In a typical male fashion - i.e. if it's not in front of my face, I don't see it - he spent a week coming home after working on the van and shedding flattened damsons across the living room floor from the soles of his shoes with gay abandon.
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I was a bit concerned when I saw the photo of an ambulance. What does he do with them when he has converted them? Must be a male thing!
I find screaming like a demented banshee is the only thing that works at my house and asking nicely falls on deaf ears.
So true, Rosie! Keith has converted one ambulance for his auto-locksmithing work. This one is a newer model so it will be his van when it's finished.
"gay abandon"? I thought that was what happened in Trelawnyd! Most men try to avoid squashing their plums but trailing their juice and pulp round the house, well, it makes me shudder!
I just knew you'd pick up on that one, YP. ;)
So keep managed to get stuck in a jam before he'd even taken the van on the road?
You could say that, SP. :)
We have damson trees in our garden that drop the fruit everywhere, but they have never made it into the cottage. Maybe it is the tread on Keith's shoes.
More than likely, CW. He is not a man to do anything by halves. ;)
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