This image arrived for me today, nestled in a brochure promoting my
membership of some kind of exclusive club by subscribing to an online
newspaper (for purely professional reasons, I assure you).
While I am not totally confident, I think I could probably just about manage to get myself into a deckchair. I am certainly much less convinced that I would be able to get myself out again.
To paint a mental picture, think nature documentary scene of a giraffe is being born.
Except the baby giraffe is paraplegic.
And the mother is a deckchair.
While I am not totally confident, I think I could probably just about manage to get myself into a deckchair. I am certainly much less convinced that I would be able to get myself out again. To paint a mental picture, think nature documentary scene of a giraffe is being born.
Except the baby giraffe is paraplegic.
And the mother is a deckchair.
As we are all obv. destined to end our days sat in a deckchair/wheelchair in a park watching the Trumpton Silver Band, what are they selling you exactly?
Got it in one. Chippy Minton's built a retirement home with limited places available.