Not content with having the only exploding toilet in the South West, Gul Plymouth expressed a very real desire to come and steal our beloved swing sign. They're currently having a very beautiful refit and we here in Bude think they may try and half-inch our sign to be the cherry on top of their new decor cake.
Not a chance.
To increase security I duly ordered Tom up our most rickety stepladder (oh don't fret - I was holding it) to superglue the catches. In doing so he does now have a little less skin on his fingers than an hour ago. He whined a bit about this.
Life's tough Thomas. Get a helmet.
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