The shed is fitted and ready to go ………
………. and I’ve wasted no time.
Within seconds of fitting the final shelf I created this …….
…….. which was created within seconds.
“Dancing to a Different Tuna” questions so many aspects of modern life I don’t know where to begin …….. so I won’t. It could also send the message that tinned goods should be examined very carefully before opening.
So many levels, so many nuances – sometimes I astound myself.
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Stumble It!
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I have nothing to say. Nothing…
People had a very similar reaction when David was exposed for the first time ….. *bows modestly and nibbles a gingernut*
Is that David (’Dave’) the postman at the Cliff top Residence…? I’d heard he’d been incarcerated…
I’m laughing so hard I’ve forgotten where your inheritance has gone …… will some sculptures do?
My cats would find that fascinating but wonder where the contents had gone.
There’s probably still a whiff left which they are very welcome to enjoy ……
I always knew there was something a bit fishy about you…… Cod know what though!!!!
…. and now your suspicions have been confirmed ……
Tuna?
Apples?
Sardicots?
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I would love to be sponsored by Delia ….. or anybody come to that …….
Not to take the attention away from your marvelous sculpture and all, but I do not see any suitable area for me to situate a spiffy new desk or a lounge chair, a footstool to elevate my feet or anything I listed as necessary new furnishings for my office.
I’m afraid you’ll just have to begin work on an addition in order to keep certain Papersurfer Ink employees happy.
(The sculpture would be a masterpiece had you only used a tin from some nice BC Salmon. Nice try though…)
Have no fear young Fraccy, the garage is now going to be converted into an office par excellence ….. complete with shoe dispenser and chocolate fountain …..
Oooh! Chocolate fountain!
[Note to self .... this one is a pushover - tee hee]
The shoe dispenser sounds moderately promising, but the chocolate fountain doesn’t interest me all that much; it’s likely you’d just write into my job description, that I have to clean it. Those things are awful you know. Ever noticed how in restaurants, there’s always bits of things left behind in the chocolate? ICK. I prefer my chocolate dark, rich and HARD… thank you very much.
I’ve never been within a hundred yards of one so please don’t blame me for any unidentified ‘bits’ ……. [I do have bits that seem to be missing of course]
That’s one helluva tin opener on the right…
Very effective though …… [that reminds me, I borrowed it from Chicken Licken and Grim Rita .... I must remember to take it back before I break it]
just as well Grim Rita and Chicken Licken don’t stalk you any more and see ther finery on display …
oh just another point why have you got fitted wardrobes in your shed and s et of stocks???
Metal cupboards are for keeping explosives that’ll I’ll need if I ever go North of Tunbridge Wells and the stocks are to keep captive knitters ……
oooo you have gone very ‘territorial’ since you got that shed!!
Just gotta fit my ferret trap and I’m ready to go …..
do you know what you are doing [being a Soufferner] as ferrets are tricky customers …
That’s why I need a trap silly ….. *raises eyebrows*
ahem it was obvious to me I was just checkin’ !! *raises eyes and gives a head wobble*
Just get on with losing yet another game of Scrabble ……. tee hee
I am very busy you know … oh if I must !!!
I have shed envy
You’re very welcome to come and stay in it Nursey …..
nice shed. when’s the shedwarming party?
oh, and you (certainly) know the difference between a piano and a fish…
*nods wisely* I certainly do ………
I don’t. Please enlighten me for I am young(er than you, apparently) and am in need of guidance.
Easey peasey – you can hide a fish in a piano [for a limited time - think smell] but you can’t hide a piano in a fish. The internal fish fingers cannot resist a pluck on the strings thus giving the game away ……
ummm… DP, be nice, now… It has to do with which can be tuned. You can tune a piano, but you can’t….
I bet I could …… *puts on thinking cap*
I notice there’s no bed – you’ll be happy with a sleeping bag under the bench then?
Hello my sweet ….. gosh, your new eyes are terrific …. jolly well done [I wonder what I've done now?]
I’d assumed he planned to sleep on top of the workbench (of course, he’ll have to tidy it up first lest that big tin opener ’cause some grief). You know how those ‘firm’ mattresses are better for the old folks.
:chuckles:
Very thoughtful of you young Fraccy …… always my best interests at heart …… *looks doubtful*