There is a funeral In the village today
Chris asked me to check if the central heating had come on
So just after dawn I took the dogs out for their walk and popped in to the church to check and
for some strange reason the terriers ran up and down the aisle like little boys in a supermarket
Yesterday, was bright, cold and sunny
Here are a few observations of the day
- I was cleaning the log burner out when Mrs Trellis burst into the kitchen with a bag of egg boxes., it always amuses me that she never knocks.. Apparently her bad tempered dog Satan had suffered a paralysis of his back legs last week, which she treated overnight with an intensive dose of homoeopathic medication administered every 15 minutes to the dogs gums!.....he has since made a full recovery!
- Gay Gordon is back from hospital and has moved in with his girlfriend big Mary.....I caught their neighbours with arm loads of belongings helping out with the move yesterday afternoon
- The village schoolchildren sang at the friendship group at the village hall yesterday afternoon, chapel street was full of chatter and laughter when the group members left for home. I love moments like these. The village feels vibrant and alive.
- Village elder Islwyn was seen mooching around the field borders with his trusty wheelbarrow. Without being asked he has , off his own bat, liaised with gentleman farmer Ralph to repair the gap in the hawthorn hedge in order to prevent the livery stables horses from grazing in the Ukrainian village
And all the while
Meg watches the world through Albert's cat flap.