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April 20, 2008
Encouraging spring fervour.
The Knights returned a week hence. Mrs Minchin the cook was sprawled over a platter of Salmonella and that's the end of rich pickings for the villagers for a while. Is it me, or are Crusades much shorter than they used to be?
Probably due to the late March winds, the village postman has died. He was a good age, whatever that means, but increasingly frail inspite of Coco Pops and water for his breakfast. He managed to alienate all his family, and as that is one third of the village I wonder how many of us there will be at the graveside. He'll be buried near the primrose bank, a sunny site with a view over the valley to the castle. He owes me three guineas for his shopping, which always included apple pies and treacle tarts.
We have had our annual Parish Meeting. Mr.Scutsman spoke with eloquence on the new allotments and we were shown 'amusing' pictures of rear ends tending their turnips and tatties. I was glad to see that Mrs. Scutsman was not present to see her behind displayed at an unflattering angle for a considerable time.
The evenings are lighter and I have a mind for a little darning before I damp down the fire. There's some groat and roadkill soup on the hob for my neighbour Miss Betsy who has had a sorry few days on her goose feather quilt. I am sure the promised warmer days will do us all a power of good, and she is bound to be fit for the W.I. trip to Fingles Cave on Tuesday.
Posted by Martha at April 20, 2008 06:59 PM