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February 17, 2009
..and billows round me roll...
Since Candlemas the village has been snowed in and flooded out. Some folk declare they haven't seen nout like it since young Jack sold his cow for magic beans. We were so grateful for Mr Kipling, fighting off his seasonal attack of fiscal rectitude and using his four by four Shires to pull Dick Thresher over the bridge with supplies of flour and grain from Larkrise. At last I was able bake a ptarmigan croustade and a pigeon pie for Mrs Minchin who was run ragged with the Knights and their demands. It behoves them not well at all and they are as useful as corkscrews at a bone china tea party when they are cooped in by the weather. Their joints rust so easily.
However, brighter days are here and rat and mole are sniffing the air and the fuddling tent is but a dim and distant memory. Sadly Miss Sourdough was buried this Valentine's day. She'd celebrated her 90th birthday in the spring at the Plum and Punnet,and when Nanny Thresher had raised her ale and declared'here's to the next one', Miss Sourdough put her Tio Pepe on the bar and said'No, I don't think so'.
Totty Dribbett did her proud on the organ with a medley from Country Praise Vol 2.
As we feared, Palestine was never going to be an option for Sir P. Risingly-Gullible. He sat at Dover for a week but first it was the storms then the Crusader Lines went into liquidation.
So business is resumed. The schoolmaster and his dog are walking the byways. He had a fall on the ice and turned a peculiar shade of grey. The Grim Reaper and Drab Eileen are planning another of their jolly care days for the older folk. The ratcatcher's mother files toenails as a hobby and Mrs Spittle always comes with a last flagon of her apple juice.
The Rector is seeking a new Churchwarden. Looking round the community it is difficult to see who on earth could be considered suitable. There was to be a gathering this friday in the Mooting Tent. I'll be sharing a turnip dumpling with Feisty Gwen Crutten.
Posted by Martha at February 17, 2009 06:17 PM