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October 09, 2008
Bring your harps, and bring your incense..
Had Ron's Collider not impaled itself in the body of the milk cart in Stoat Lane, the infestation at Grotty Hovel might have been much worse. As the gold top swilled into the hedgerow the rats were out of the door in a thrice and lapping it up. Miss Stoat was away, either with the fairies or nursing an elderly relative in Watling. As luck would have it, little Boy Blue was mooching around, he never seems to have much to do, and he hot footed it to the Stranglers' Arms where the rat catcher was toying with his usual Cinzano and lemon and mulling over his crediti crunch with Sir Vice Provider. Picture his eyes lighting up as Boy Blue lisped the news of this upturning of events.
So, with the mellow fruitfulness season, and I cannot remember if I told you about the Harvest lunch, the house groups have reconvened round the Bracombe hearths. The Rector is pushing us to discuss, at great length, the purpose driven life. Or was it the life driven purpose?
The old Schoolmaster and his dog host a group in Anvil Cottage. The garden opens on to Stoat lane and the dog ran a close second to the Rat Catcher when cleaning up the milk spillage. Well, the Grim Reaper has joined Miss Sourdough, Mrs Minchin, Tom, (the Piper's son),and Mr Kipling, who provides the nibbles. Sir Lee Demeanour used to attend regularly but was seen to be reading the Methodist Magazine during Matins. It might well have escaped notice but for the fact that he knocked his sword to the floor during the Venite and our attention was attracted to this non 1662 publication.
The bumper apple crop has us all bottling and jamming and filling our store cupboards. Newly arrived Miss Scarlet Temptress has been alarming the elderly with talk of Botulism. We know nothing of this and suspect it is something they do in the towns and cities. She'll forget her health and safety directives once the elderberry wine kicks in.
The day looks fine, I've promised to help starch the white nappery at the Knights' Hall this morning.
Posted by Martha at October 9, 2008 08:25 AM