Let’s be honest, it’s not really sunbathing weather here in Yorkshire. It’s ‘let’s see how many layers of clothes I can squeeze under the down jacket before it bursts at the seems’ weather.
“Go on then Dad, can you see it”
What is that supposed to be again.
“It’s an abstract artist’s interpretation of what our market town looks like.”
No that’s not really jumping into my brain that interpretation.
“What do you see then Dad.”
A series of random line squiggles and odd shapes. Forming what can only be described as a incoherent mess.
“Exactly Dad. Apparently that’s the town skyline and its most iconic landmarks.”
Really. If it’s most iconic landmarks then I’m certainly not seeing traffic jams, floods, not open at weekend signs, pizza takeouts and hordes of parking enforcement officers.
“Dad, Aspergers clearly doesn’t get abstract art…”
It’s ok Hawklad, Dads don’t get it as well.
“I’ve got to produce my own version of that now. Really…”
Shall we just put a pot of ink and a piece of paper in with the gerbils and let them get creative.
“Would be a good idea but the gerbils eat everything in front of them”
“Well you can help me do it.”
Ok do you want me to draw as well.
“No I‘ve seen your artistic skills. Look at the state of my hair. No you can do something your better at.”
Ok you name it.
“Go and find some chocolate for me please”
I can do that…