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the
roadway.
    “ Let’s hope,”
Micky answered cheerfully. They crossed the large open space going
round the tables and set down the cans they’d been carrying next to
the fence. “You want to start down there.” He pointed in the
direction of the tea house, a large wooden barn like structure as
he noticed the man with his dog letting his pet run free from the
lead.
    “ Okay,” Andy
answered stooping to retrieve the paint tin he’d just deposited on
the ground.
    “ You got
something to open the tin with?” Micky queried before his younger
companion lifted the container.
    “ Yeah, I’ve
got my keys for my house,” he said as straightened, tin in hand
before moving off to get on with the job at hand.
    Micky kneeled
down , reaching into his pocket
to find his own keys to open his pot, sitting the brush from his
other hand on the ground as he did so. He soon had the lid off and
began applying the contents to the new wood
unceremoniously.
    They
work ed quickly, moving closer
as the fence became thickly coated with the brown water based
solution. Splodges dropped from brushes as the day brightened, the
sun finally winning against the grey overcast and began to shine,
weakly at first. With it the day started to feel warmer and both
men loosened their coats as they worked; before long discarding
them as the sweat began to trickle down their backs though they
still retained their sweatshirts.
    Bird song
drifted from the nearby wood s
as the sun finally burned the last of the grey from above yet,
leaving a white haziness to the sky.
    Time past speedily and the
men soon came together. Micky stepped back to let his, less
experienced, friend finish the last part of the fence
alone.
    “ You missed a
bit,” Micky said pointing to where Andy still hadn’t
done.
    “ Where?” Andy
asked falling for the joke as Micky laughed. “Oh, I see okay, okay
smart guy.”
    Micky moved
off to collect the lid for the tin still laughing, picking up his
coat on the way as Andy finished the fence which he did before
Micky reached the paint top. He then waited for his friend,
forgetting his own jacket, to join him.
    “ Aren’t you
wanting your jacket then?” Micky said as he strolled back towards
Andy.
    “ Eh, oh right,” he replied as Micky nodded in the direction of the
garment.
    “ And you
better put the lid on the tin as well,” Micky smiled as he
spoke.
    “ Yeah,” Andy
made his way over to where he left jacket, Micky following behind.
“Where will we wash the brushes?”
    “ There’s a
tap behind the tea house.” He didn’t stop to wait for Andy as he
halted to put the top on the pot.
    “ So where
about is this tap then?” Andy enquired as he jogged after
Micky.
    “ Just follow
me.”
    They were soon
over the fence next to the large wooden building and round the back
to the tap , washing the
heavily brown covered brushes clean. The water gushed out of the
spigot over the brushes to the earth turning it muddy; some of the
mucky water splashed up onto their trousers and
trainers.
    “ Micky!” An echoing cry
came from a group of three in the distance, heading up from the
cabin towards the two men.
    Micky smiled
as he recognized his old friend from previous years at the park;
then headed in their direction with the now cleaner brush. Andy followed closely behind as
Micky walked quickly to talk with his friend, climbing the fence to
the main road, to join the approaching figures.
    “ What they let
you back?” Micky joked as he got closer to the three
co-workers.
    “ Yeah, well
they said, they needed somebody to keep you from scaring the
customers away,” said an average sized, thin man on the right of
the group; his longish dark brown hair falling into his eyes before
being flicked away with a toss of his head.
    “ What? Me?”
Micky looked sheepishly back at the man.
    “ After last
year most certainly,” the slender man jokingly
responded.
    “ I’ll let you
know I treat all the customers the same,” Micky