Magic mask.

I popped round to see the folks in the week, and was confronted by a harrowing situation. We were having roast lamb for our dinner, but upon inspection it was found that there was no mint sauce. I won't share the exact details of what happened next, but let's just say words and blows were exchanged.

When tempers had calmed Harry and I set off for the shops in search of sauce.

Harry was pretty exact in his quest, not wanting to make any errors.

 

After a while he realized that the only way he was going to find what he wanted was to put on his magic mask.

Many people doubt the mask, but it always delivers - it was even 'Colman's' sauce we found.

 

One day that mask will be mine...one day.

Comments

[Tom]

Please send my very best regards to your father Paul - erstwhile partner in amateur blogging. I have not forgotten.

[HarryC]

Thank you Tom, and my warm regards to you.I have not forgotten either - days before Facebook and Twitter !!

[Tom]

How times change Harry. It's Paul who is responsible for all that sort of stuff you know. Him and others like him - they've got like a massive gang of them. They all meet up around London and that.

[BenAS]

you can't handle the mask....

haven't commented before - but wanted to say - nice work. love your style.

[Paul H. Colman]

Thanks Ben.

And hello Tom. Everyone knows you're really the one in charge - you and your cricket bat.