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May 02, 2009
Thou visitest the earth and blessest it.
The annual Parish meeting drew a good crowd. Fertie Fly Bleeting, the Parish Clerk makes an ale and figgy pudding which we serve at the end so there is no chance of anybody sneaking away before the Chairman's report. There were heads nodding in approval when the Planning committee announced a size 10 shoe for the old woman with so many children. It's an affordable shoe, a scheme that has been much publisized and the funding is available at the end of the rainbow. The Highways committee have been up to their necks in potholes. Several barouche have been unwheeled in the village and the Cranford Bracombe Gallop has been cancelled for two summers. Jack the lad is now walking again but it's said he'll never marry.
Lady Wellbender asked if there was any news on the coming of the railway. Once again, the Chairman, Sir Scrofula Stoat-Noser, with a wry smile, explained that the funding was still under wraps, somebody's wraps. There was some mumbling at the back as it's a commonly held assumption that he owns practically all the land from Bracombe to the sea.And, I daresay, beyond.
I sipped a Tansy infusion later with Drab Pam.
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer and know the difference" she said. She always says that.
So the Maypole is up on the green and the Queen of the May is Clamyidia Larchwood. She's a lovely girl who used to step out with the piper's son. Mrs Minchin says he stole a pig but the evidence is flimsy and Mr Kipling says he has special needs. I can only assume they are crackling in whatever form.
The bearded ladies won't be here but Wing Wah and the Axe Man have prepared a juggling bonanza and the Bishop and Mrs Mitre are to present the prizes for the Donkey Fest and traditional Hawthorn Bundles.
Totty Dribbett, one of her Ts is silent, or used to be, is playing on Sunday. The hedgerows are dancing and singing for joy. Isn't May a wonderful month. It is in the village.
Posted by Martha at May 2, 2009 07:39 PM