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July 07, 2008
May my zeal no respite know.
Some of the scratches on the Round Table are, I fear, beyond repair. I was helping Cook spit and polish. We had to hurry Sir Jekyll Appliance through his kippers and toast. He's dairy intolerant so Cook has to do something clever with badger lactose, I'm not going to ask about it again. The rubbing was therapeutic but I must remember, when dining with respectable folk,to refuse the late night raspberry vodka inevitable made by the young master of the house.My head aches and I look forward to stepping out again down the lime avenue.
Anyway, we had some effect on the spillage residue with a vigorous coating of 'sunkissed celeb', its mahogany overtones disguise most stains, and if the Knights can refrain from stabbing with cutlery between courses the table will live to fight a good few mealtimes yet.
The old folk of the village gathered in the Moot Hall today for a little music and movement and the farrier, Josiah Hoofwarmer came to deal with toenails. So we shook bells and swayed to tunes from yesteryear. Tom the fiddler always gets a party going. He's also the piper's son so
learned to play when he was young. We have, however taught him to play something other than 'Over the hills and far away'. How bored were we of that? The Grim Reaper, who runs this monthly event, was indisposed but there was a good turn out and although there was an altercation at home time between the threshing machine and Mr Kipling's grain cart in the main street as they were leaving, I've heard that all are now safely in their own homesteads.
I have a mind to try the first beans of the season tonight. The heavy rains have done a good turn in the potager.
Posted by Martha at July 7, 2008 07:26 PM