These figurines lived on the
bathroom cupboard at my father's house. I can't remember
when they got there, or where they came from, but for me they
came to represent Tim, my father, and Robin, his lover.
When he was younger Tim had a beard like that, and when he
went to the USA people would stop him and say he looked like
Abraham Lincoln. The thigh-high boots in Robin’s wardrobe
are evidence that she once wore mini-skirts. When we visited,
there were always problems with the sheep. At Christmas it
would be flystrike. In winter it was daggy bums.
I wish that we had visited more
often. In the evening Robin would cook elaborate, fantastic,
very late meals, all fresh from the garden and we would talk
about art and argue about politics and drink just a little
bit too much.
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