What passes for charity (and art) these days

Small town, market, charity event. You know the sort of thing. A street full of stalls selling crafty knick-knacks and jumble type stuff.

Whilst browsing my Mum happened upon a small junior Meccano set. Paul had spent the previous night with his Grandad happily banging 4″ nails into bits of wood to make swords so my Mum thought he’d quite like a bash at Meccano.

Despite the very reasonable price tag of £1 Granny didn’t realise it was 2nd hand until she opened it at home and a whole mish mash of bits tumbled out onto the floor.  There were no instructions.

But there was a notebook.

How kind of the child who donated it to write out the instructions.

However the first page did not bode well…

Whatever could it mean? Was this Meccano just too difficult for little hands?

After a few blank pages, perhaps testing reader durability, the next page revealed…

Oh dear. Not instructions then? Well certainly not Meccano instructions.

Onto the next page..

Oh flippin’ heck! I’m not sure what it is but it looks sore!

There was more…

Seriously are you not worried about this woman? She needs a doctor, or at the very least a set of tweezers.

Put it all together and what have you got?

Obviously.

By now my Mother is barely able to catch her breathe from the giggling.

The final page…

Oh the disappointment!

But sadly typical and representative of the p.r.o.n. industry. Only to be expected I guess.

We’re assuming this is the point at which the little artist almost got caught and stashed their masterpiece into the Meccano box.

So please, check all the bits are there (fnar fnar) before donating toys to charity.

Instructions would he handy too.