The Pot of Purple Paint
fbb's attempt to turn this ...
No 2 grandson was staying for a few days and obsrved the project with mild indifference. "Why didn't you buy some purple paint? he asked.
"Because they don't make that colour," riposted Pops.
there was a brief effluxion of time ...
"What about Humbrol?", asked a supercilious grandson with a wry smile whilst waving his phone in front of fbb's incredulous eyes.
"Well, they didn't have any at the model shop," said fbb in defensive mood.
By chance that very afternoon, grandson, No 2 son (uncle) and Pops visited the Model Railway Club which meets in the loft of the shop. As they passed the rack of Humbrol paints, No 2 son handed fbb a tin.
"Is this a tin of purple," he asked provocatively.
As the time drew near when Jesus would be taken up to heaven, he made up his mind and set out resolutely on his way to Jerusalem.
What happened was no accident.
A large crowd of people spread their cloaks on the road while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds walking in front of Jesus and those walking behind began to shout, “Praise to David's Son! God bless him who comes in the name of the Lord! Praise be to God!”
When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was thrown into an uproar. “Who is he?” the people asked. “This is the prophet Jesus, from Nazareth in Galilee,” the crowds answered.
Controversial to the end! But how was it that the crowds who cheered on Palm Sunday bayed for his death on "Good" Friday?