So there they were tittering (and I don't like Tittering, in fact I don't like any RAF bases) as I put together the road blocks out of various different bits of rubbish. The eldest heir (14) says, 'It's a bit meffi playing with rubbish Dad.'
I reply, 'you can model with anything son.' A schoolboy error, I'd knocked on in my own 22. The pair disappear into the kitchen. Que more tittering.
'Speak properly,' says I.
Well this is what I did with it.
|Half way through|
The balcony is a cut up tangerine box left over from Christmas. The windows and doors are WWG. The walls are just some downloaded textures.
|The Finished Item|
It did give me some food for thought maybe a couple taped together for one of those interwar town house blocks of flats that ended up as tenements in the '70s.
Thanks for popping by. I had some IT problems with the earlier post sorry for its quality.
As old Jack Burton would say, 'Never drive faster then you can see!'