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Helen Bristol 06 December 2003 10:36 Re: The Rich Trappestry of Life
Didn't make in the end. BM got stuck up the Chimneys after the usual delays on
the A12 or F16 or whatever the road to essex is called. I thought I'd telepathically
felt a shiver of symphony ..............................but then realised
I'd left the door open. Had intended to do shopping-for-supper so while
BM was unwinding with another well-earned pint I nipped out to find something
to eat. At the butchers I was warmly welcomed with a jovial "what
can I do you for, Madam" laugh? I nearly wet myself. Followed by
"would you like a glass of wine? oh its all gone" They do
hospitality hereabouts. Ashley the town looked really pretty (which makes a
nice change) and there was a good atmosphere.AND no skateboarders.
On the heretical note - I used to do Bah Humbug but decided to go with the
flow this year and good gracious, yes, I find I'm ashley enjoying it. So
cards done, some pressies bought AND wrapped, planning to go to various works
do's, stacks of Dundee cakes for the troops made and being fed ( strangely I
always manage to pour too much brandy into the feeding glass and my hand isn't
steady enough at this stage to pour it back into the bo''le................hic
- 'scuse
Trip north postponed as Big Soeur has a flu-y coldy thing. Sisterliness
does not extend to sharing her germs when I'm still getting rid of my lot. So
reprieved til New Year unless we can inveigle someone else into inviting us
somewherelse for the jollification's.
PS Have symphony for CM - the carpenter (with a small C) have
started work on the floor. Life in a mud hut is never straightforward.
t'was supposed to be only new floorboards but they've discovered dryrot and
woodworm in the joists. CM's nerves are shot to pieces what with
stranger men in the house and loads of banging going on.
Vile Jelly 06 December 2003 11:26
What an idyllic life (dry rot aside) you have in Bedford Falls.
I suppose skateboarding must be difficult in a town built in the marshes. A
tad squidgey under the wheels I would have thought.
St. Ives is looking distinctly unfestive. They've bodged mini crimbo trees in
the flag sockets on the buildings in downtown St. Ives and turned on the Xmas
light [sic]. Just hope the bulb doesn't pack up.
About the only advent sign is the RT who have started working on this year's
mystery play. I have to help them with the script as they not too good at
spelling (although the Sonics, as you would guess, are excellent at
puncturation!). Apparently this year's oeuvre is going to be a classic murder
mystery. So far, all they've managed to work out by way of a plot is that I
get murdered and the mystery is why no one got round to doing it earlier.
Helen Bristol 06 December 2003 15:06
At least being here in the ague-ridden hinterlands we don't get (whatever the
East Angularian is for) emmets.............................they head for the
benefits of the healthy German Sea and the undoubted delights of Great
(whoever decided to call it that?) Yarmouth. However, all is not quiet
on the eastern front. Some of the Waveney Valley's finest artisans are
still busy carving up the floor. I almost crave the peace and quiet
of the brassicas of Linkingsheer, despite the bugs. CM has
resorted to curling up on my string bag on the kitchen table.
Not the most hygienic behaviour but as the whole house looks like a
Saharan dust storm what's the difference? I'm going to have to Advent
clean once they've finished.
As you're turning your hand to script writing you can pen the romantic lead
for yourself. Even a murder mystery has to have a romantic lead. Lets
face it, if George C Scott can play Mr. Rochester, you'd be
laughing.
Hark!..............I hear silence. Oh bliss, oh joy............... Best
I get back down there and see what's going on.
Vile Jelly 07 December 2003 09:43
Like I said, I have already been given a leading role as the body. Of
course, the RT insist that I appear face down on the ground in order to
protect the audience from my fearsome physiognomy but at least they were kind
enough to give a part.
Early days yet but the plot is definitely getting a bit strange. I think Flat
Eric and Soupie must have spent too long inhaling the wood smoke in the Engine
(as witnessed in the new feature). Either that or the world really has gone
mad.
Oh well, time to get on with it .....
Ready when you are Mr. De Mille!
Helen Bristol 07 December 2003 14:50
I imagine they offering you a fig role. I think you might find
that the world (them not us) really has gone mad.
All this dust stuff is beyond a joke. I think I'll just shut up shop and
pitch a teepee on the field.
PS have you remembered what it was yet?
Vile Jelly 08 December 2003 08:57
Couldn't you install an ant/worm/beetle farm while you are waiting for the
Carpenters (we've only just begun) to finish. Failing that I suggest you call
any occupants of interplanetary craft and get the hell off this planet while
you can. At least you've got a ready made duster in CM when it finally gets to
clean-up time!
PS. Remembered what? Remind me again and I'll try to remember whether I
remembered it.
Helen Bristol 08 December 2003 17:48
Whatever it was that was so exceptional that you couldn't remember
...............................
Well, if the rumours I've heard are true, I'd be more than willing to travel
on the Tardis with Dr.W. Wonder if (s)he will wear fishnets
tights a a miniskirt.
It didn't take long for CM to realise that to get from comfy bed to food ,
if he was too scared to walk across unsecured bouncy floorboards, was to nip
out of the front door, round the side of the hut, and in through his cat flap.
Vile Jelly 09 December 2003 08:43
Ah well, in that case, you can entertain yourself by making the cat flap one
way. Then, when CM slinks in, you can laugh evilly saying, "Fool, you'll
never leave the Dungeon of Doom alive, bwahahahaha!".
PS. I think Tom Baker should be the new Dr. Who. That would really confuse
people!
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