Ok, I took down last night's post by popular request, and now replace it with a much fluffier one, as illustrated by the above photo.
A few years ago, I was intrigued by the word 'FLUFFY' which was chalked on the pavement in various parts of town, all by the same hand. Then a week or so back, I looked out of the window of our compact but adorable city apartment, and saw it chalked on the road below - in the same handwriting.
This photo was taken in a different part of town, and I started thinking that 'Fluffy' might be some pet-name for a boy/girlfriend, and their birthday had come up again. The truth was just as mundane.
I now think it is the name of a comedy act who performed at a recent festival here (I think it's still in progress) and this graffiti is simply cheap advertising. I like it. When I Googled up 'fluffy' on the net, I got a picture of a rather ample black woman with very few clothes on - a thong disappearing twixt the cheeks of her backside - appearing to be trying to lay an Easter egg. Maybe I should have gone to the show after all.
You may remember that I am in the long and tedious process of carving a decorative panel for a huge, stone fireplace, depicting a 17th century (NOT 'Arts and Crafts') motif of pears on the branch. My customer asked me how it was going the other day, and I replied that "... it's all going pear-shaped." He did not seem to get the joke and I now regret making it - I think I cursed the job. The piece of stone in the centre of the above photo is the header (lintol) of the fire-surround, and it is huge, weighing not far off half a ton. My glamorous assistant and I turned it over on monday, and after we had done that, he discovered...
... this potentially catastrophic crack (or 'crick' as it is known in the trade) running through it - right in the middle which takes the most strain and weight.
This crick (a 'crick' is naturally formed, and a 'crack' is caused by shock or trauma - or both) stayed undiscovered for so long because the block has been lying face down on a palette since before Christmas, and we only now started to work on it.
Luckily, not much work had been done, so it is now a case of waiting for a replacement block to be cut, but this may take some time because it is so long, and it is Easter. I had to reject it for safety's sake - you would not want one half to fall on you as you warm your toes against a crackling log fire.
If you thought last night's post was depressing, you should have looked out of our window a minute or two ago. I heard a low moaning sound of a handful of people listlessly singing a hymn, then saw a group of dishevelled Christians shuffling up the street, the one in the lead carrying a large wooden cross.
Talking of Health and Safety, two of them were wearing fluorescent Hi -Viz jackets. Trust in God, but beware of the traffic.