Coal Men Kisses and Mrs Frazer 's Eggs

Kissed and coal dusted this morning

Already this morning I have had three knocks on the kitchen window.
Two were from people wanting eggs, one was from the coal men.
The coal men wouldn't come down the path until I had reassured them that Winnie was not dangerous.
I told both men that she wanted them to kiss her, and as she blew mew-mew lips at them as she stood against the wall both men dutifully bent down and kissed her. She is now covered in coal dust.
Anyhow I digress.
The big news of the morning is that the new hens are now laying well. After a bit of Miss Marple sleuthing I tracked one particulary large grey hen to one of the old delapitated hen houses in the centre of the field and there found 36 eggs! So I am now pleased that I can now start selling the occassional box to the villagers again.
After making Bubble & Squeek, I boxed half a dozen up ready for Mrs Frazer to buy, she has been after my eggs for an age now.
Mrs Frazer is another of my favourite village characters, for she is the nearest we have to a lady of the manor. I say this with some affection, as she doesn't have any airs and graces , but her slightly gung ho! "Spirit that won the war" attitude to things always reminds me of the Marie Lohr character in the movie Went The Day Well ....(she was the lady of the village who sacrificed herself by throwing herself on a grenade when those evil Germans tried to kill the village school children of Bramley End.)
Mrs Frazer lives in the large rectory in the village. She is well read and educated and loves to stop for a chat when out for a walk with her dogs. She seems equally comfortable with a glass of champagne in one silk gloved hand and a loo brush in a rubber gloved other!
This kind of lady reminds me of the tupperware loving Queen on a Balmoral picnic.
They are a rare breed
Mrs Frazer , is strident and opinionated and calls a spade a spade. She also will keep you talking for the longest of times, puncuating conversations with a laugh that can be heard three streets away.
On her walks, if all, of our neighbours are out gardening in a row down the lane , then the laughter and chatter will continue for an hour or so all told.

Mrs Frazer of Trelawnyd