Lou had a whale of a time on his school trip to Normandy. And he was the bearer of gifts! The boys went to a goat farm and bought rather a lot of cheese. 'I bet that coach stank!' said his dad who was the recipient of a red onion swathed variety. Louis bought four rounds of this artisan product. Mine is the front one covered in red pepper and peppercorns. It is a young fresh lush jobbie and did just the job for lunch yesterday. Lou is keeping the one at the back to himself and guarding it with his life. Even so I've had a little sneaky nibble and it is pretty good. If I say so myself one of those food photographers might think I've done a half decent job with this snap.
Chagstock and again he spent some on me. Bless! This is a Shaun the Sheep pencil top that he bought to thank me for taking him on the trails around London and Bristol. He will adorn the HB that I use to design my linocuts. Even though I'm all sheeped out, Lou's adamant that we need to bag all 120 Shauns. We're off to find the final thirty of the sculptures on Tuesday.
And here's the final present from my terribly generous son. He got it from the smashing crockery stall at Chagstock, 'rescued' from certain death by paying a pound. Lou like dolphins and he was very proud of his acquisition. I'm afraid my frontal lobes disengaged themselves and I had a bad mother moment when he gave it to me. I told him it was hideous. It's the ciggie burn above the final 'O' in the Barbados tag that clinched it.
One of my festie friends who will remain nameless says that it should get broken accidently before the move. But I'm not so sure. Something this hideous is the product of a depraved yet genius mind. And of course it was bought with love. I'm deciding where exactly it should have pride of place in 'Great Tits House'.