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November 28, 2008
With clouds descending.....
Sheltering in the village store during another torrential dose of seasonal drear, I found myself at the pressed meat counter with the one eyed axeman. He was even more inclement than the weather outside as he bemoaned the lack of felling and chipping in the Parish. He proudly boasts 'No job too small' but I remember Miss Spittle asking several times for fresh palings for her orchard and to this day I'll swear it's a job waiting to happen. I purchased a couple of badger thighs and fled into the rain. To have two one eyed folk in the Village is unfortunate but to bump into the second within minutes is unforgiveable. I should have seen her coming. There again, no good news from Gwen the one eyed widow. Her back is no better and her children and teeth are all gone. "And, where is the boy who looks after the sheep?", I hear you ask. Well, if he's under a haystack fast asleep today, it must be a very large one.
The Knights have been dripping about with Man 'Flu. I have had to help Mrs Minchin with the steaming roadkill jellies and linament wraps. It gives me a chance to keep half an eye, well, one eye as I'm blessed with the full set, on the Round Table. Keeping those little scuffs and scratches at bay with my wax and vinegar solutions gives me more pleasure than I can say,and no faux finishes.
There's word, I believe I heard from Wing Wah the Chinese Whisperer, that the bearded ladies may be passing through this week. He doesn't always get the stories right but it would cheer things at the Hall.
On a brighter note, Totty Dribbett, the second 't' is silent,in Dribbett not Totty, played Evensong at a cracking pace on Sunday.Simple Simon was full belt pumping the bellows and emerged from behind the curtain at the end with a visage like a roast dinner. Let no one declare the death of the Ferial Response, not in our Village. The night watchman saw us safely home but not before we stopped off at the Stranglers' Arms to catch the end of happy hour and a schooner of sweet Sherry.
Posted by Martha at November 28, 2008 08:41 AM