The plastic pink flamingoes arrived today. The delivery van rolled up almost exactly at the time they said it would, and the price was exactly as quoted. So everything’s perfect; except they’re not pink flamingoes, they’re penguins.
I’ve stuck them in the garden anyway and it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. I put one beside the flower bed so it looked like he’s sniffing a pansy, and the other one in the corner staring at the fence like he’d been naughty. Then (pausing only to take photographs) I sat one in the wheelbarrow with a plant pot on his head and hung the other upside-down from the security light. By now inspiration had struck so I spent most of the afternoon using them to recreate some of my favourite scenes from the movies. So I had them storming the beach at Normandy for ‘Saving Private Ryan’, tied up and gagged for ‘Pulp Fiction’ and in a very uncompromising position with some butter for ‘Last Tango In Paris.’
Now I’ve left them with one either side of the entrance to the driveway so you can see them as soon as you pull in. I think we should leave them there as a present for David and Becky when they return next year. The penguins have little hats on as well, so we could tie a piece of string between them and they could hold up a banner saying ‘Welcome Home.’
I’m looking at the photos now and I can’t help chuckling. I genuinely think it’s one of the most creative and entertaining things I’ve ever done. I’m not sure Philippa will see it that way, but sod it. I’m amused.
RC 23-10-12
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