Dizzy gets a house

Today I found out what a fresh imagination and a broken pot in the garden can become: a new home, and a blue one at that, for little Dizzy the cement mixer. I was busy peeling a slicing more of the mountain of windfalls when Frank came in asking me to come and look at something he'd made. On going out into the garden I found him making Dizzy nice and snug in her new home. When I suggested he might like to paint her house his little face lit up and he was immediately sure that she'd want a blue house. We got the paint pot, filled it to the brim and found a big brush, just right for the job. Tomorrow we plan to stick some shells onto the pot to make it even prettier.

Joyful days.