Originally posted on Tootlepedal's Blog:
Today’s guest picture is a sculpture in Melbourne which my brother passed on his way to New Zealand last month.
We spent the day wrapped in the coat tails of downgraded tropical storm Bertha. It was raining when we got up and whenever I looked out of the window, which was infrequently, it still seemed to be raining. It is raining as I write this in the evening.
I improved the morning by putting a a cassoulet into the slow cooker and retiring for a bath. When I got out, not only had Mrs Tootlepedal returned from singing in the church choir but a magical plate of drop scones, a tin of sardines and a packet of tea from Sri Lanka had appeared on the kitchen table.
Upon enquiry however, it turned out that Dropscone himself rather than any magic had provided the treats. His youngest son had just returned…
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