More Please!

Posted By On May 2013 | 1 Comments

Alpaca births? nope those girls sure are hanging on to their babies this year it’s a bit like waiting for a bus, none for ages and then they all come at once ๐Ÿ™‚

I thought I’d been rather clever, by being over at the stud pens painting the lolly pop fence, I could keep a close eye on the girls without them being too aware of me watching. Well it would have been a good move if the group I was watching didn’t contain Dora, who spotted me right at the start and spent most of the day watching me watching her ๐Ÿ™‚

She was probably having a smirk at my changing colour because even though I remembered to slap the sun tan lotion on, I still somehow ended the day looking like a lobster, a lobster covered in splodges of green wood preservative.

How so much of the paint ends up on me I don’t know, I try so hard to stay clean, thank god you can get everything water based now at least at the end of play you can have a quick shower to remove it all.

I remember when it wasn’t so easy and Neil would have to buy gallons of white spirit to clean up all my mess, scrubbing with that stuff I’m surprised I had any skin left.

Why if I’m so messy am I still left in charge of the paint brush? I’ve asked this question on numerous occasions.

You can image the conversation when I run out of paint before the job is finished, Neil can I have some more please! The musical Oliver springs to mind, only I’m not so cute and my singing is worse than Dora’s.

The paint well you you guessed it, I’m wearing it and so is every thing else that’s in close proximity.

Brilliant this is the last time I’m going to have to do the painting sorted! and then he calmly say’s “your doing fine love you just need a bit more practice”

Something tells me that Neil really really hates painting ๐Ÿ™‚



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