While Mr Sarcophagus Jones vents his considerable spleen on his garden with axe and Astroturf, Mrs Anubis Evans has been clearing out her yellow shed. For six weeks. I know, I’ve counted. Well, this is the Land of the Twitching Curtains…
She has about five sheds of varying degree of decrepitude, but the others have been locked all summer. Only the yellow one merits her attention at present. The local rag and bone men have been out to her house once a week and the rubbish they pull out of that shed is more than the bloody thing could ever have held without collapsing. It’s like the magician’s trick where he keeps pulling rabbits, doves and bouquets of flowers out of a top hat.
Of course it’s none of my business, but The Anubis Evans shed exerts a horrible fascination over me at the moment. Its sulphurous yellow roof acts like a magnet, I swear it even glows in the dark. Maybe she’s got radioactive waste in there or something…. Maybe it’s the entrance to Middle Earth….
At any rate, tear myself away I must this morning, with a trip to Cardiff, the great metrollups. I don’t like cities all that much but it’s a nice day and hopefully I’ll be able to find a parking space without too much trouble.
Right, now to find the car keys.....
Seeking the Green by Tylluan Penry, published soon by Capall Bann. For more info - watch this space!
Good luck with the parking. That Yellow Shed would make a great story, a bit like the wardrobe in The Lion, the Witch ... I avoid cities too now, but it is a lovely day and retail therapy obviously beckons to you!