Balcony Sunshade in Pale Blue (Or a Story About Invention)

Necessity is the Mother of Invention

Once upon a time not so long ago, an old man and his older wife were sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine. Except that the sun was oh so bright that every day, after only ten minutes, they would shuffle back inside to avoid the glare.

“What we need,” says she “is a sun-shade.”

“Right ho” says he and he shuffles out the apartment, down the four flights of stairs, along the highway for a mile and to the store.

“We want a sun shade as it’s too hot to sit out on the balcony.”

The salesman rubbed his chin, and disappeared to the back of his shop. After much muttering, clattering and the occasional grunt, the salesman returned with a standard garden parasol.

The man paid his money, loaded the umbrella onto his shoulder and struggled off back along the highway, twisting and turning up the stairway, bumping as he climbed and through the door to home.

“Perfect” says she.

“Water…” puffs he.

They put up the parasol and gasped at it’s 9 foot size. They struggled to carry it to the patio door – clunking the lamp, getting stuck in the doorway, closing it up, getting onto the balcony and opening it again.

The balcony was so small and the parasol so large that it only fitted if the pole was against the railing and leant out over the highway. They secured it tightly with rope.

Once upon a time, slightly later than before, an old man and his older wife sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine but the view was blocked by a slanting parasol and the sun shone hard over the top. Their feet were nice and cool in the shade, and so was the man on the balcony below.

“What we need,” says she “is a smaller sun-shade.”

“Right ho” says he and he folds the parasol, shuffles with it down the stairs, along the highway and into the store.

“Too big.” says he

The salesman rubbed his chin, and disappeared to the back of his shop. After more muttering, clattering and frequent grunts, the salesman returned with a rain umbrella.

The man, leaning on the counter for strength, paid his money and… limped… highway… crawled… stairway… home.

“Perfect.” says she.

“Whiskey…” puffs he.

They put it up and took it outside.

Once upon a time, a little less time ago, an old man and his older wife sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine, squashed together under a teeny tiny sunshade. She held it and for a while was in the shade, but he was beginning to fry. He held it and she began to dissolve into a giant perspiration puddle.

“What we need,” says she “is a bigger sun-shade.”

“Right ho” says he and he folds the umbrella, shuffles with it down the stairs, along the highway and into the store.

“Too small.” says he

The salesman scowled as he rubbed his chin, and disappeared to the back of his shop. After much clattering, sawing, and frequent expletives, the salesman returned with the first parasol.

The man, although finding breathing difficult, laughed.

“Try it.” growled the salesman as he thrust it across the store.

The man paid his money… struggled… door to home. (Have no idea how he did it by this stage. Totally amazing if you ask me.)

“You’re kidding” says she

“Air…” gasped he.

They took it out onto the balcony and opened it. But only half of it was there. The pole stood perfectly against the wall of the house and the shade fell over the pair.

Once upon a time, an old man and his older wife were sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine, perfectly shaded by half a parasol.

Once upon a time, a grumpy salesman who never much cared for people or selling things, took out a patent on half a parasol, closed shop and moved to somewhere really nice.

The end

Or I’d like to think it was something like that 😉


Half-Circle Balcony Patio Sunshade in Pale Blue

When you have limited space for your outdoor seating area, this half-circle balcony patio sunshade in pale blue is a must-have accessory…

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