Oh dear – the little bearded man is no more. He lives in the caravan and now he is broken in two (OFF WITH HIS HEAD!). With his cute little face, big ears, a silly grin, long straggly whiskers and a cheeky hat, this was Robin’s pride and joy. He was presented to Robin as winner of the “Best Beard” competition at the Regional Caravan Club Rally way back in 2000. Ever since the prize giving he has been proudly displayed in the caravan and has travelled many, many, miles with us, all over the country. But he will travel no more. Our caravan was certainly rattled and shaken around last weekend, but we can’t blame the earth quakes for this. Sadly, it was all my fault.
The little bearded man is no more
When we pack up the caravan to move on, the pair of us have different duties. “You look after the inside, and I’ll do the outside”, Robin likes to tell me. My duties include making sure all the drawers are secured, take various items off the bench and place in the cupboard, lift the TV off it’s wall bracket (it travels tucked under the pillows on the bed), and take the little bearded man down from the pelmet. Everything was done to plan except “you know what”. On arriving home I found the head and the body rolling around the floor. Oh dear - it looked like he had been beheaded. So I had to “fess up” and take the consequences. Just look at that sad face, holding the two pieces – you can tell he is disappointed in me.
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Oh I hope you can repair him! :-)
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