Wednesday 18 January 2012: Under the Pink Rabbit
My father was a lighthouse keeper
Watched the waves getting steeper
Actually, originally he was a joiner. He'd be birlin tonight mind if he could see the way I'm setting about making some boxes to case the boat electrics. Like most joiners he was a total perfectionist.
The Scott film last night tried my patience at times. If I never see another penguin as long as I live I shan't die a heartbroken man. Well, not from lack of penguins, anyway.
Back to tonight - I was reasonably pleased with my efforts. A bit of woodfiller and varnish and it'll just be like Dad's. Ahem.
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