An “egg” man of our acquaintance has been starting to fry in
the summer heat and complaining of headaches and sunburn.
Quick council meeting with
Dink and
Greg and we decided to all pitch in and get him some shelter lest he either turn into a lobster or succumb to melanoma — the fair-skinned are very susceptible to that in Oz, and seldom aware of the danger.
An added advantage of this house is that he can lock himself in, safe from Margharita and other succubi, who are quite common in Australia.
(As Dame Edna would say, Margharita is
very common).
I would not want
Cloggo Eustace Eggy going home with
a disease or even just a red face, so this is for the best.
We’re going to keep it in Greg’s garden for now, as he couldn’t have a kinder and more respectful pair of neighbours than him and his wife, Diane.
And Dink will be there too for a few days!