The Prof had finished off the last of the bread and eggs for breakfast and we are out of milk, so in the tail end of Storm Barney , William and I braved the elements to walk the two miles to the garage shop for provisions. I especially needed to get cheese, as William is on antibiotics and cheese is the only thing that will mask the tablets.
Trelawnyd was deserted in the rain and gales. I noted that Gay Gordon is now flying the Welsh flag again outside his and Big Mary's bungalow. I half expected the French Tricolor to be fluttering on his flagpole......but I guess they are hard to come by in Flintshire.
William had already finished his tablet and cheese sandwich by the time we got home, and I hardly had got my coat off before there was a knock on the kitchen window. It was a group walkers who were after eggs and they were disappointed that I had none for sale.
Before they moved on, one woman pointed to something in the garden. " I like your ornamental egg" she said
" It's a real dinosaur egg" I replied quickly,
" IS IT?" She asked , somewhat astonished that I may have a real fossil nestled in the herbaceous border.
" yes....I bought it in a dinosaur specialist auction in London many years ago"
She looked impressed and didnt see me wink at her friend with the woolly hat and ski poles next to her " Was it expensive ?" She asked
" a few hundred ....." I replied " that was cheap at the time " and she nodded with a solemn " really" before walking on.
I couldn't be bothered to tell her that I had bought it for a pound from a car boot sale in Sheffield thirty years ago.
The Randa girls were not so gullible last week
Liv pointed to it when we arrived back from school and I gave her my dinosaur spiel.
Liv's eyes went very round but six year old Eve broke the bubble
" He lies" she sang out "I've already checked that egg has a flat bottom!"