Posts Tagged ‘dad’
My Dad is a hero. After abandoning the Ashton Court Farmers’ Market a few months ago due to blustery winds, I called my Dad. It took him just one day to build the ultimate wind-proof lampshade display system. Made from MDF, shower poles and pipe lagging it is the best wind-anxiety buster there is. I laughed, in fact guffawed, in the face of the odd gust of wind at the system’s first outing this weekend, and I could quite happily get on with the job of chatting to customers. He’s so brill! Here’s a wee ditty in celebration of his skills. And now I have another solution to add to the list!
To build a special chicken house,You need a special man,Who’ll lie in bed and think and think,And then draw up a plan.Hours spent at the table,Drawing with us in mind,Hours spent in the garage,Building the design.Generous heart, clever hands,Thought and time combine,To create a splendid chicken house,By a Granddad great and craftsman Dad, sublime.My boys think the world was made,By this very special man,With a box of tools, electric drill,Pencil behind his ear.Wearing an apron, a smile, and a frown until,Skill, goodwill, hard work reveal,A playhouse! A chicken house! Cloches for the veg!We raise a cheer and shed a tear for all of his appeal.I know that my Dad is great,And I have many of his skills,Charm, good sense, a thinky brain,And very large nostrils.