America has always been “big” on what we’ve come to call the Hallmark Holidays and I’ve noticed an increase in Saint Valentine’s Day marketing here in recent years.
There’s not really much known about the old boy, but Wiki tells us this about him. And chocolatiers and florists and card sellers ring up huge sales.
Big excitement on Monday. Oh, alright, not that big. Not even exciting, really. The Man had booked the Mustang in for what he refers to as an ECG. And I was seconded to “ride shotgun” should it die on the highway. Well, there were a couple of moments when the aged beast did lose power and I tap-danced on my brakes to alert following drivers (one of whom was far too busy yapping on his cell phone to take much notice!)
I shant bore you with details…sufficient tweaking was done to get the old girl back home and The Man even managed 80 kmh, the posted limit on this stretch of the highway and it’s been a day or two since the Mustang blew that many cobwebs! Woo-hoo!
But, waiting in the parking lot, listening to the radio, twiddling my evolutionary marvels, I noticed a clapped-out old banger with more rust than paint. I even said to myself: “Self, they’ve been off-roading and got leaves caught in the boot.”
Then, the banger stopped alongside and I saw, not leaves, but this…
A big “Freddo” frog, inside a broken tail light. If I’d been quicker I might have rescued him, but the banger, clearly not bothered about rough roads, other traffic or safety issues, bumped over the kerb and skidded around the corner. I hope Freddo ‘s sticky feet served him well!
Here’s a very old Freddo I found at Wiki. This is why these green tree frogs have the name.
These sketches are so rough I wonder if I shouldn’t scrap them and do a better, more painterly job. Then I look at all the unfinished symphonies around me and think “oh! sod it!” They are only quickies, after all.
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