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April 05, 2009
Sheds on our path the glow of day...
It is no more than a furlong to the old Schoolmaster's house. I was on my way to plan the forthcoming egg events for the childrens' Easter treat. We usually roll them down Hennyman Hill, hard boiled and dyed in such shades as nature can add to a vat of water. Today the walk took me an age as the street was teeming with villagers heading to the Spring Flower show and the village store for pastries, fancies or the tired old tarts inevitably left on the shelf.
The Grim Reaper was looking unusually light hearted and in sprigged muslin, already. "Gadso" I exclaimed, for it is well known that April can be the cruellest month and it is unwise to cast off the gaberdine and fustian before the clouts in May. She could do no other, so she said, than hope to win the Simnel Cake class at the flower show and she felt so well after her cabbage poultices that... and so she hurried on and I believe she was smiling.
Shocked, I continued and there was Mr Kipling actually sitting down on a milk churn. He too was surprised by his encounter with the Grim Reaper. She so rarely smiles. I enquired if he was entering his almond slices at the show but he declared that this year he too had acted out of character and entered the decorating an Easter Bonnet class. I wished him good luck and turned away bumping into Drab Pam, three daffodils in a vase and Scarlet Temptress desperate to win something with her shortbread.I will be sure to go along after the judging this afternoon. No doubt Sir Loin bien Cuit will be there with his French Marigolds.
The old Schoolmaster was out in the street too. Some of the Knights had trotted past and their horses produce a good amount of high octane garden fuel. He had a bucket and shovel and his dog, of course
We shared a dandelion tea and decided to enlist the help of Tom the Piper's son for music now we've taught him some more tunes. He's earning tree shillings a week and the Piper is glad to have him kept away from pigs at the weekends. Turning down the Schoolmaster's kind offer of a cold collation I returned home to find that the Postman had been.
There was a letter from Sir Cum Locution at present on furlough somewhere in the next county. He has such a beautiful and distinctive hand. There was also the report of the Village Council who met at the Great Hall last month.
Planning Matters.....The old woman who lived in a shoe is to be moved to one of the proposed affordable houses.
The Badger Fair is to be allowed to continue as an annual event so long as they can prove they are TB aware.
Fouling on the Tilting Green has been noted.
The Hadron Collider is not to be used by any children or the insane.
The Procrastination Liaison with Larkrise is to be postponed.
I will pass this on to the Ratcatcher's mother when we meet for a Gin and It at the Stranglers Arms this evening. She is drearily introspective and needs to be more aware of village matters.
Posted by Martha at April 5, 2009 07:32 AM