I could just jump for joy. Not that I’m going to do that. No, it would cause chaos. A lot of casualties, a demolished shed. I would probably make the Nantwich Herald, tough.
It’s my last hours in the paint shed. A party is planned for around lunchtime-ish, when I’m going to be revealed to the world. That is, when they manage to finish all the odd jobs that still needs to be done. And lo and behold, they don’t.
So when Andy and Christine arrive for the party, there is no opening of shed doors, cutting ribbons or smashing bottles against my bow. They have to view the results of my make-over while I’m still in the shed.
But they love it! And they really like the addition to my name.
Yes, I am THE FIRST. And do you see what glossy means? Exactly, there are two Andys and two Christines.
But there is only one me…
And do you see my new jewelry? Shiny black chains. I will get new beads in the near future, colour matched when Bob has recovered from his medical problem.
It’s close to 5 o’clock in the afternoon when finally my taxi arrives, and I’m transported back to the water. Yes, even in daylight I look absolutely stunning. And I’m so shiny, people around Nantwich seek shelter in the secret bunker: they think the sudden brightness is caused by an atomic bomb.
As soon as I’m in the water it starts to rain, and the wind picks up. So when I’m back at the jetty I have my first paint scratched off (Lawrance was at the tiller).
And you can see the entire marina reflected in my paint. Just as I feared. No one will ever see me, the next few years…
Boo hoo hoo