Green Fingers

Yesterday’s corner time: 9 Minutes.

I was in trouble again yesterday for swearing. I was also in trouble for gardening. I was then in trouble for swearing whilst gardening. Or perhaps it was gardening whilst swearing – I’m not quite sure.

In any case, I was doing some painting out in the garden. It was quite a blustery day and my paper kept blowing all over the place. Several of my masterpieces were ruined due to ill-timed gusts.

Luckily, being an abstract surrealist, no one else could really tell but I knew and I could be heard cursing quite loudly. After having being warned about my language, I could then still be heard cursing but less loudly. Apparently, it wasn’t so much about the volume and more about the words.

I decided that the weather conditions were not conducive for art and instead, turned my attention to gardening, weeding all the flower beds. I’m still mostly unsure as to what actually constitutes a weed and played safe by removing everything.

Then, in the space that I had just cleared, I dug a deep hole and buried Becca up to her waist. Unfortunately, I had stood her on her head, so that only her feet protruded and could be seen swaying quite dramatically in the wind.

Obviously, this was far from ideal and I could see Mum frantically gesturing from the Kitchen window for me to immediately remedy the situation. I quickly inserted a stake and attached Becca’s legs.

Problem solved – no more swaying. Phew, that was close.

Matthew.

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