Saturday was a day of firsts; I helped put up a shed and I attempted to make fudge. The former was a resounding success, the latter not so much. In fact the fudge was a DISASTER which involved me ruining one of my mama's saucepans and copious amounts of tears on my part. The fudge ended up resembling sugary concrete and would definitely have broken a few of my Dad's teeth if I had given any to him...so that was that Father's Day idea out the window.
Back to the shed though as that was, as I say, a success. Here are the sad remains of the shed my Dad has had since I was 9:
It was actually falling down, as you can imagine it would after 15 years of general use...and 4 children climbing on the roof to spy on the goings on in next doors garden.
Look at some of the lovely things Daddy had in his shed:
While erecting the shed there was a dangerous moment that probably went against Health & Safety legislation where I crawled across the roof of the shed, like a marine, with a hammer in one hand and nails in the other. The roof is now super secure thanks to my dexterity.
On to today, which is Sunday and Father's Day! Hooray! As I am poor as a church mouse I couldn't actually buy him anything but reverted back to my 5-12 year old selves and painted a picture. I'd like to think it is a slightly better attempt than a 5 year old could manage but I shall leave it up to you to judge.
I shall also be cooking a delicious (hopefully) Curry later as well as baking some flapjacks for pudding. Fingers crossed.
BYEEEE.
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