BLACK & WHITE
On Friday I was in the kitchen at home and realised we had two white chairs. I thought I had said in my blog that in grandad’s day everything was in black and white and most things had now been coloured in. So how come these chairs had been missed. So I searched around for a felt tip to colour them in.
I could only find a black one, but better black than white. Black doesn’t show the dirt. So I would be able to dirty the chair and no one would notice if I coloured it black. Two huge chaise (see picture) Big job! But I am not one to shy away from big jobs. So I set about colouring in the chairs. Brilliant, a blank canvas.
But I was so annoyed. Mum and dad stopped me. Even accused me of being naughty. What’s naughty about that? I was doing them a service. And how hypocritical of my mum, grandad says she coloured in the hall wallpaper with her crayons when she was my age.
When I was a lad at school around 13 years old, our Maths teacher used to call me Wol. At the end of the year as we were moving up a class I plucked up courage to ask why he called me Wol. He told meit was thename of the deslexic owl in Winnie the Pooh. With my Harry Potter glasses he said I looked like the Wise Old Owl in the Winnie the Pooh stories.
Being the vain person I am I took it as a compliment
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