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February 05, 2008
It's the Undertaker...oh no it...oh yes it is!
We're so busy blogging in Bracombe-by-Cranford. The blogmaster came by with his birch. We've precious little to blog about but we'll be turned out without a farthing if he finds us idle.
It seems I misunderstood the invitation to the round table and worried about the dress code. Surely not Black Tie. Casual? Or most difficult of all 'smart casual'. Many's the snare and delusion I've snagged my muffler in 'smart casual' department.So, I've removed my apron and trust my sprigged muslin is not cosidered too jaunty for Shrove Tuesday.
Anyway it's Panto week, and for four evenings and a matinee the younger memebers of the cast will spend their off stage hours in my kitchen abutting the Village Hall. Obviously to be cheek by jowl with the pouting Dame, several members of the fire brigade and random footballers and Jock the Scottish one, is a risk none of us would contemplate. Apparently it's slightly sub prime in that the Dame/Builder/Undertaker has four changes only, of costume.
Many hours of merriment will be filling the dark evenings. And the railway might still come to the village.
Posted by Martha at February 5, 2008 02:23 PM