BILL’S FOLLY
It took Bill a month to build the tower, block by
block.
Bill’s Folly, the town called it, but he ignored the
jibes. He packed his battered car with tins and packets, bought a primus stove
and bottled water.
The day he hired a crane the whole town turned out to
watch his car creak skywards, trailing a rope ladder.
His pockets bulging with last-minute purchases, Bill
climbed the ladder and pulled it up behind him.
“You want pensioners to self-isolate? Fine – but you’ll
get a bucket-load of my shit every day to remind you I’m still here.”
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From this story you'll probably guess that I'm over 70 and not happy to be termed 'elderly'! After a last trip to the garden centre today to buy vegetable seeds, my husband and I will be self-isolating - I just hope the weather is good for gardening! Keep well, all of you who so kindly read and comment on my weekly story, and thanks to Rochelle who keeps us going.
