The Last Lazy Days Of Summer

 

 

    It's been a full week for the troublemakers.... 

    Gizmo has fully embraced his 'country bumpkin' persona, and has spent the week communing with nature, nodding knowingly at every dancing breeze and passing raindrop, breathing in the sporadic sunshine like it's true ambrosia... Gizmo's old man corduroy trousers are ruining his famous ninja-style stealth approach, though, rubbing noisily together as he toddles along, making him sound like a giant geriatric grasshopper.

    Sapphira's psychosis has her hypnotised by the giant semolina zeppelins and trapeze-performing alligators that we are convinced she sees on a daily basis. She stares stolidly into the middle distance, unmovable and unswaying until something horrific - such as the sudden appearance of a savage butterfly assassin - jolts her from her 'cat'atonia. (....my sincere apologies....)

 

    Leonard seems to be operating on the assumption that all local birds are blind and/or stupid, galloping up trees and scrabbling through branches to lie impatiently in wait for a passing feathered fancy to flit gaily and naively into his gaping jaws. It hasn't worked for him yet, but he's unconcerned, as climbing trees affords him the unfortunate opportunity to drop, like a Wile E. Coyote Acme anvil on mummy or daddy as they pass below him. 

 

    Missy spends her nights raving in the fields in a neverending nip-fuelled festival of illegal substances and questionable entertainments....("midde name's 'Negotiable'"), supported by Mr Winstone the gangster guinea pig. During the day she sleeps off her excesses in shady spots, occasionally demanding a mojito or a kebab with extra chips. She's a beautiful disgrace.

 

    As Autumn approaches, all of them are taking advantage of the still clement weather, each in their own way, worrying shrews, amusing birds and charming mum and dad. They're an endless source of inspiration... and a reminder of the little things that make every day worthwhile.