Pumpkins and sheds - In the name of Thiago - Day 297
As I'm wise to avoid any discussion of what takes place in my workplace - frankly I'd be losing readers by the shedload if I did - I shall discuss sheds. Not loads of them, just the one that my Dad has spent a small fortune on. Well make that a large fortune actually.
I don't actually know how much money Dad has spent on this shed, which dominates what used to be a modest garden at his Longton bungalow, but it can't be far short of £20,000. It is my sincere hope that when it's up and running properly he will start to get some use out of it but I suspect it will largely be a case of him sitting in it and having cups of tea.
That in itself is fine though. It is, after all, his business what he does with his money. However, it is also becoming obvious that Dad has very little grip on his financial affairs these days, I say these days, I'm not sure that he ever really did. He just seems to work on the assumption that there'll always be enough. I'm not sure there will be and that worries me. Because well you know who's going to have to pick up the pieces when it all goes tits up don't you? And apart from the pot that I use to piss in, I'm hardly flush meself.
Help did arrive and in a flash Elisa switched to the supervisor role, which she feels more accustomed to taking. I've just heard Angelica start saying to Elisa, "Next time you want some help..." The rest of the sentence tailed off. I couldn't hear and I suspect Elisa was thinking of other things already. I'll bring you pictures of the finished pumpkins at the party in tomorrow's blog.