Simpson
My son has been waiting for a long time for the provisional, deadly, chipped ply slice from last year to be replaced by a new one. And every day when I picked him up at school, the question has come: Have you bought a new record?
And I have answered every time: No … but I’ll do it this week. And suddenly the weeks have passed. It’s not that I don’t think about it, because I’ve done that. But I wanted to clarify and think and do something more properly.
Suddenly it happened! Yesterday after work I went to the garden and bought rough boards. Then I built frenetic all evening.
The result was a stable but still discreet hut where the boards as well as twisted in between the branches.
In order to avoid nailing in the tree, I strapped nails around some branches and attached the hut in order not to tip.
The ladder also functions as support for the place where the branch was missing for the hut to rest on.
And here he sits, my prince and eats hamburgers at his new favorite place!
When the man came home after working over, he was met by a lawn full of tools, a bomb strike in the kitchen, no food cooked, no food dealt … but a tired and happy wife.
And a son who can’t stop admiring the sky is lying on his back in his hut.
Was it difficult? No
Was it expensive? No 200kr
Is it built according to all the rules of art? No
Would a carpenter be impressed? No
Am I happy? Yes
Was it fun? Ahhh!
Hope your Friday night was great!
Hug P
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Or one of these!
