Knocking On Doors

C.J and Badger
I had a great deal planned today. I erected a fence around the last of my veg patches and was in the middle of sowing late dwarf French beans when the Red Faced Welsh farmer called around for a chat.....This chat ( as usual) lasted an hour or so, and after it, just as I returned to bean planting, a neighbour called around for me to help him cut some wood ( which very kindly we shall use of our stove!)
It was, I thought, going to be one of those frustrating days...I didn't even have time to exercise CJ and Badger in the front garden......Both babies are almost ready to be put out into a secure outdoor run!

By 2pm I gave up the thought of gardening altogether and thought I would be better utilized conscripting villagers to help out with the Open Allotment day...so with William in tow to provide the cute factor , we went knocking on doors.....
By 3.30pm I thought I had done rather well.
20 people had promised to make me over 26 cakes for the day , whilst a further 7 had put their names down to supply an item for the raffle, .....Only one villager refused any help at all....and she is a crabby old bag with ugly curtains and a bad chest...so I wasn't disheartened at all
I have found that most people are incredibly helpful and kind...especially when you put them on the spot with a smile, a good cause and a sweet natured Welsh Terrier!

16 comments:

  1. Sounds like you have had a very productive day but not the way you planned. Bumped into my neighbour today and she is baking hundreds of cup cakes to sell at the Derbyshire County show on Sunday - good luck to her cos I can't bake to save my life lol
    The good thing is we get the left overs :-)
    Jane

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  2. Here I could spend the whole day talking to red faced farmers. I don't know how they get any work done!

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  3. I can picture it all!!! Just please describe the curtains!

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  4. No one can resist a Welsh terrier as handsome as William.

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  5. Anonymous4:15 pm

    Just to put my mind at rest, when you describe her chest as *bad* do you mean in a thermogene poultice sort of way or a Michael Jackson sort of way?
    alice

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  6. Sounds like you have things well under control for Open Allotment Day. You were smart to take William along, though, I don't think people could have resisted Constance, either.

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  7. Anonymous4:36 pm

    So, no walkies for Badger and CJ? Not to worry about the one old crab...there's one in every village.

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  8. The young'ens are growing, have they bonded?

    Going door to door, you did well with only one crab to keep it from being a full sweep!

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  9. That is exactly how it is in our village John. At the moment I am sponsoring three different sets of people on three different activities. We had a party in the village hall on Wednesday evening and almost all the women baked cakes. Oh yes - we have one or two crabby old bags but then doesn't every village?

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  10. Same for me up at the plot - the old boys want to chat as they've got all day, every day to garden. We have to cram everything into a spurt of activity when we can.

    Nice that you have such helpful neighbours with the community spirit though John.

    You've been around a bit (!!??). Is that something particular to your bit of Wales?

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  11. Anonymous7:25 pm

    John -

    email me your address, I have something to pop in the mail. :)

    Katie in MN
    spontaneous_kate@yahoo.com

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  12. What a wonderful day, and very productive (although not in the way you had intended).
    My days have been filled with work (and evenings). I've not had a moment to my self for most of the week.

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  13. email me your address and the date and I'll send some muffins.

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  14. You're an organizational supertalent! Can't wait to hear how things turned out this year!

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  15. Shameless John...utterly shameless!

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