Having looked up the definition of today’s word and having very little time available today I thought I could cheat and use something I wrote previously which was going to become a children’s story but which was never expanded upon.

The reason it was never used being, I was a little vague as to where I had stored the item, this in the days before computers when I typed everything on a typewriter and saved it in a drawer, for the younger people who may read this, the previous statement is not a joke, a filing cabinet was a luxury.

I may one day get back to this story, but in the meantime, I give you the short version.


Tom’s dad was always scruffy, he used to like classic cars that kept breaking down, which meant whenever he came to pick up Tom from school, he was never on time and always covered in grease.

It is sad to report that almost everything Tom’s dad attempted would go wrong, like the time he tried to paint the house and the paint pot fell on his head, or when he ran over the cat when mowing the lawn, leaving the cat with a stripe up his back for weeks afterwards.

He tried to mend the roof once and fell off the ladder, luckily he landed in the compost heap, which broke his fall, although he did smell very peculiar for some considerable time afterwards.

When he came to the school sports day it had to be his shorts that fell down, tripping him up, just as he was leading the fathers race, Tom had begun to despair of his father ever winning anything.

His dads next idea was to chop down the old dead tree at the bottom of the garden, even though all the family begged him not to, but Toms dad was not the sort to be put off so easily, even if it was going to end in disaster.

So next morning dressed in protective clothing, he set about the tree whilst everyone stood back as the chainsaw he was using ran amok.

You couldn’t see for sawdust in the air, but eventually when the chainsaw stopped, Tom’s dad could just be seen in the middle of the debris, amazingly though, the tree trunk had been transformed into a sculpture that was a beauty to behold.

The next week in the paper was a picture of Tom’s dad proudly standing next to his creation and from then on, he did many more and became very famous.

Tom was very proud of his dad.


About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse. I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase.
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2 Responses to Vague.

  1. Ade-Oluwa says:

    A lesson to never give up trying.

  2. Pingback: Vagueness as the magic of creation! – Nicolas Heartmann

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