There is this thing on Facebook called Throwback Thursday and, as far as I can see, it is an excuse for oldies (like me) to upload pictures of ourselves of when we were young and gorgeous so that our Facebook Friends can comment on how adorable we were.
So - as this is Thursday and in the spirit of Throwing Back, here are a series of snaps of Bert when he was a young lad just turned 46 after a night camping out in the poly tunnel.
He has quite a history of sleeping under glass and plastic. There was that time when he slept in the greenhouse but that was before I knew him. He was about 17 at the time and had been to a wedding party where he got rip-roaringly drunk. Concerned that his parents would be displeased at the state he'd got himself into he decided to sleep it off for an hour or two in the afore-mentioned greenhouse. It must have been comfortable in there for it was mid-morning when he staggered into the kitchen in his best suit, covered in dead vegetation and compost.
Daytime napping is another thing and on a pleasant day a poly tunnel can be delightfully warm. One day, a few years back, when Bert was producing and selling bedding plants, he glanced at a mound of protective garden fleece and thought it looked so inviting. Before he knew he was trying it out and the day being balmy, and the temperature inside the tunnel so warm and cosy, he was soon asleep. Until, some time afterwards, he was awakened by a nudge from a matronly Clarks shoe and opening one eye, saw he was being gazed upon by two concerned looking elderly ladies one of whom was saying to the other, "Do you think he might be dead?"
Wouldn't that be a picture worth having?