17/03/2024
Pontificating on my life desicions, I find myself stacking stones neatly upon one another in a nice garden on the outskirts of Hexham. The sun dances through the tree branches, poised with the juvenile leaf buds of the fast approaching spring. Birds sing in the tepid breeze still cut with the chill of winters grasp. Moss clings to the stones, moist from the dew that hangs in the morning air like a delicate cadence from the wispering of natures calming voice. Then a thought strikes me like a hammer upon my misplaced finger as i grasp the next stone......through the shierks of pain partnered with the accompanying wimpering dance....... I realise I chose to be a stone waller instead of penning a Pulitzer Prize winning novel called "The wafflings of the lonely Waller"
My misspent youth has led me to a life of hard graft and cold mornings with nothing but the creaks of the trees providing the rhythmical backdrop to my isolated work life!........
However by night I double as an expert in photoshop specialising in family portraits depicting not at all suspiciously happy group of people in an out of season setting!
One thing that isn't photoshopped are my walling photos.!!!!
So if you have some gaps down, news ideas for walls or just fancy changing boundaries to annoy the local planning officers and baffle land registry....then I can help.
Oh...I put gates in also, but you guys are pretty intelligent and can work that out from my picture. π€ͺ
Drop me a message or give me a call on 07707475270....I will answer as I get veeeeeeeeeery lonely and any welcome human interaction drowns out the ear worm that is Beyonce's bloody awful new song thats so inbedded in my mind I feel Leonardo Di Caprio placed it there's himself (movie reference incase anyone was wondering what the hell I am blabbing on about)
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