Posie's Blog. Tales of island life on a hebridean hill farm

Posie's Blog. Tales of island life on a hebridean hill farm

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

A good few miles away on the clock...


The happy farmer’s sister was over visiting on a working break, for a wee spot of partying, I mean painting and maintenance, to the cottage she owns down the road. She breezed in off the afternoon plane, having sent her cousin, who she had enlisted to join her for a relaxing break, involving non-stop painting with a tad of partying thrown in, on the very long car and ferry route. Her cousin and the car were needed to deliver the necessary sweets and cakes, variety of bottles, not forgetting the huge tubs of paint, that always accompany the happy farmer’s sister on such visits.

Those two girls spent their days painting away, even surprising themselves with the amount they managed to get done in the short space of time they had, especially as my sister in law is nearly sixty, as she always reminds us, even though sixty is a good few miles on the clock away.

The evenings were spent around the farmhouse kitchen table eating hearty meals and catching up with us all.
The happy farmer was getting increasingly frustrated as the demands of the lambing rounds were preventing him from giving his sister a much needed hand, until eventually on their final day he did manage to pop down for an hour or so of painting. Armed with a ladder he was determined to reach the parts no other painter had gone before. He gaily climbed some steps and lent the ladder against the back door, proceeded to climb up and start painting, gallon tin of paint in hand, when the back door suddenly burst open, allowing the ladder to fall in the way and slip down the concrete steps at the same time, transporting the happy farmer flat on his face on the ground, tin of paint still in hand and unspoiled  His sister and cousin spent the first seconds alarmed and concerned, before creasing into helpless bundles of laughter at the happy farmer’s misfortune. Luckily he escaped relatively unscathed, apart from the huge concrete burns on his arms and knees, nothing a good dram couldn't sort out later on! The happy farmer’s big achievement that he was immensely proud of was the fact that not a drop of paint was spilled during his free fall, a skill he puts down to years of acrobatic training in various bars involving various bar stools and varying amounts of alcohol….
Until next time……

13 comments:

Pipany said...

Oh Posie, that food looks amazing!! Glad you had a good catch up xx

bayou said...

Posie is back in town! Good to see that you survived the winter and the happy farmer had no harm falling off the ladder. Very lucky indeed, I shall insist that EG gets some training on bar stools soon!

Molly Golver said...

Posie I hate painting up ladders - always have visions of landing like your Happy Farmer - so glad he wasn't hurt. Can imagine him sharing his story over a pint - 'Never spilt a drop'. Phew, that was lucky.

mrsnesbitt said...

I remember the second school I taught in...Huntingdon Junior School in the centre of Nottingham. The Head Teacher made a point of informing us teachers how to stand on a chair - with chair back against the wall/door. I still recall this everytime I stand on a chair. I don't remember any hints or tips on teaching children but boy do I know how to stand on a chair!

Rob-bear said...

Is the Happy Farmer always living that dangerously? If so, I hope he's well insured, against himself.

Glad he and the paint are OK.

Blessings and Bear hugs!
Bears Noting
Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)

Posie said...

Pipany, lovely to catch up again.
Bayou, haha I am indeed back in town :D
Rob, Molly and Mrs Nesbitt yes,he always lives dangerously....and loves sharing the stories. Good to catch up.

Fennie said...

I don't suppose your wandering and acrobatic relatives wouldn't fancy a spot of painting down south?

Lovely to see you back in blogland

Elizabeth Musgrave said...

Now that is a skill! He could join a circus with his paint balancing act. Looks lovely and sunny up there with you.

Cathy at Potterjotter said...

Ha Haa! All that 'practice' came in handy at last. I once slipped on the stairs carrying a cup of tea and went down on my back (black and blue!) ... but never spilled a drop on the stair carpet! Priorities! xCathy

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