“Bus-tastic Beaches!” He envisioned a shimmering, seashell-adorned masterpiece.
Reality, however, was a different kettle of seaweed. First, the paint. Paddy, convinced he could achieve the perfect turquoise with a mix of leftover emulsion and some particularly vibrant blue Smarties, ended up with a lumpy, green-brown concoction that looked suspiciously like pond scum.
Then came the seashells. Agnes, bless her cotton socks, helped him glue them on – hundreds of them.Continue reading…