Saturday, 13 December 2014

Drip drip drip......

Plague has struck Rock HQ so the apprentice and rug rat MkII have been dripping green goo down their faces and interspersing fifteen minutes of manic whinging with hours of lying still and feeling sorry for themselves. This put paid to all plans that included work, Christmas shopping and going to see a steam train that is cunningly hidden 7 miles away by a bunch of anoraks who have maintained a mile or less of track for their personal use. Every Christmas their mums let have visitors and so they dress as a jolly fat man and drape their huge engine in baubles to delight the kiddies. But not ours. Ours were leaking on the sofa instead of bothering train spotters.

2 comments:

margeaux said...

wow, have they grown- nice looking boys

Andy in Germany said...

Agreed, very good lookin' lads. Which railway was it? I used to volunteer on a line not far from you.