Skelly hammock

In recent weeks I’ve enjoyed learning a little about how to make nets. However, I’m at a loss as to what to do with them sometimes. After all, there are only so many net shopping bags you can use at any one time, and because of our non-aquatic lifestyle here at landlocked Waffle Towers we have little use for dip nets, trawl nets, lobster nets or any nets of those ilks.

So that left only one option…

Make a net hammock for dear old Ezra.

You know, the Ezra!

So I rustled up a biggish square net from some old brown twine, and then bashed a couple of hooks into the ceiling of our North Wing. Ezra looks dead chuffed, doesn’t he? Clearly, he has not yet spotted Emu on the chair below. How does that old song go?

‘There may be trouble ahead…’

It’s my birthday and I’ll scare you if I want to…

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Ezra, our inflatable skelly, was so pleased to be able to celebrate his tenth birthday that he even agreed to wear this party hat I made for him. Hastily concocted from crepe paper, festooned with home-made stars, and held together with double-sided sticky tape, it suits him perfectly. He insisted on one thing though: “No hat pins, please.” Well, I guess it made sense to him 🙂

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Here’s Ezra making himself comfy on our office chair. “Come and sit next to me,” he said, patting the cushion. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Careful Ezra, or the cat might jump up and knead you with his claws, and we haven’t a single puncture repair kit in the house,” I said. Ezra took the hint and our skelly skedaddled sharpish.

Happy birthday to Ezra

Ezra our inflatable skeleton

It’s Hallowe’en. Which means it’s Ezra’s birthday again. If you’ve never heard of him before, here’s the lowdown: we bought this charming inflatable skeleton from a local ‘pound shop’–which is why he’s called Ezra. (After the poet Ezra Pound, of course.)

That was 10 years ago today. We reckon there can’t be many like him around. Ezra himself thinks he knows the secret of long life: eat plenty of cake, don’t smoke (especially if you’re made of rubber), and keep away from sharp objects. This last rule is why he only eats safe food like sponge cake or jelly, and steers well clear of posh buffet where they serve little morsels of cheese on the end of that potentially lethal weapon, the cocktail stick.

The above pic was taken three years ago, when Ezra was eight. Look out for his tenth birthday celebration photo later.

Meanwhile, as it is Hallowe’en, Ezra would like to say a quick word to all his fans:

“Boo!”