He was always the same.
“Don’t touch, it’s hot” they’d say, then he’d complain about burning himself. After being warned not to walk on thin ice, he’d moan about being cold as he clambered from the pond. I once advised him against betting on a horse, though that time he had the last laugh when it won!
“I want ‘I’m a Survivor’ played at my funeral’ he once joked!
So it was no surprise when faced with a daubed message prohibiting trespassers he ignored it. We’d begged him not to.
Yesterday was the first time I’d heard that song at a funeral.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Randy Mazie for the photo.
Prod the frog (gently) to join in the fun.