Curls

I was taking my morning stroll round the village, coming down from the top after viewing a little peat stack when I bumped into Curls [Aka Donald ]. He was sat in his jeepney after a hard morning taking his pal around so his pal can work. "What are ye up to?" he asked. "Just off home to paint the back door yellow" I replied - having not long finished doing the front door the same being rather pleased with the effect and having half a tin of expensive paint left. "Yellow? for goodness sakes!" I smiled sagely at Curls' surprise and listened while he wondered at the idiosyncrasies of the English. Then went home and painted the door yellow.