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March 11, 2008
The Bishop sees us through the dark days.
Well, the children have all reappeared in the village. I saw the Child Catcher looking disconsolate over a rum and coke spritzer in the pub. I think he bit off more than he could chew with those 13 year old girls who take handbags to school and never wear coats when it's raining. I suggested he stick with the younger ones who are happy enough with an old pig's bladder to kick around. He was about to put that in his pipe and smoke it when Mine Host booted him outside to the designated area.
Folk took shelter in the Church while the weather raged on Monday. The Bishop came to cheer everyone's spirits with his last Lentern talk on Nehemiah. It puts all our little parochial problems into perspective, but I'll need to take a bucket and mop to swill out the porch.
Finding myself unencumbered today,I wedged a boiled egg into a buttered roll and took the path by the river planning to walk to the sea. I ate my 'wedgie' as I decided to call it, leaning on the force of the west wind with only the wailing gulls and seven swans a swimming for company.
The railway board are now considering building a bridge should the trains come through. I don't suppose Brunel will be given the contract.
Posted by Martha at March 11, 2008 04:32 PM