Mrs The Millbrooker and I arrived back in Blighty late last night to find The Depitty in temporary residence at Millbrooker Towers; his place of study in Newquay has closed for the week so he's been using us as a base whilst doing work experience at the National Marine Aquarium in Plymouth.
We were rather pleased not to have to come home to an empty house, and even more pleased that the fit young whippersnapper was ready, willing and able to help unload the car.
We were also immensely impressed with his new hairdo; he seems to have visited an extremely upmarket emporium of the tonsorial arts and has emerged after much combing and primping (and perhaps an offer of something for the weekend) looking like this:
Yes, The B-Dawg has become Depitty Natty Dread. He's very pleased with his new look, which apparently requires much tending and lavishing of TLC; a bit like a piece of highly prized topiary. I really had no idea until last night that the dreadlocked youth of Cornwall spend so much of their time primping with a crochet hook:
Yes, The B-Dawg has become Depitty Natty Dread. He's very pleased with his new look, which apparently requires much tending and lavishing of TLC; a bit like a piece of highly prized topiary. I really had no idea until last night that the dreadlocked youth of Cornwall spend so much of their time primping with a crochet hook:
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There will be plenty of nonsense in the coming few days about pottering around the Breton countryside, and very soon the latest Insight Radio broadcast by yours truly with the inestimable Simon Pauley will also be uploaded. Watch this space...
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