I have often been told that there are, "people in the world who would find my life delightful". I have decided that you are those people. I intend to share the simple pleasures of life in cutting sprout with you, in this my bog.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Fathers Day and the mast goes up....
Since our little fun run work has gone ahead on the radio mast and we hope that along with the new Radio Cutting Building we will be broadcasting live in less than a month. Its a thrilling prospect. But back to today, its Fathers day in the village as it is in the wider world. As we have no fathers in our little abode Mooney and I peeked at what Charlie was getting through the window. We heard many delighted exclamations of joy and then Charlie came out with James trundling a strange looking machine. They set it up on the front lawn and turned it on I noticed that Charlie was carrying a tennis racket he stood well back and a ball shot out which he whacked straight back and it was hoovered in again. He seemed delighted we were puzzled as he toasted it with Lizzy and a bottle of Bells. Henny came tottering across the road pushing their little toddler Ann in her buggy (When she died she decided that she'd like to stay three forever.) , just as a huge delivery van parked up outside their house and heaved out huge packages into James arms. Henny sighed, as He and Charlie began to drag them into the house. She banged vigorously on the door and we let her in, she squeaked exasperatedly "Zat is James Fithers daa Pesants arriving He always as a lot of zem. I can noot gooo rind Bug Chillies house as he as even moor of zem." After we'd had a cup of tea and a little gossip, the four of us went for a stroll round the village. Delivery vans were parked end to end outside Big Charlies house when we walked past and he was admiring a shipment of "father of the year " mugs whilst Nell unwrapped framed finger paintings', we waved and hurried on. In the middle of the village green we bumped into Mr Misery. Well actually seeing him we avoided the village green, He was screaming fit to burst and jumping up and down on a pile of burning National trust tea towels. Commemorative plates were smashed against the pub wall. Henny picked up one of the larger shards and recognized herself. She passed it on to us with a sage little nod. At the top it said in gold lettering A Royal Wedding and little paintings of Henny and Charlie surrounded with roses. I heard Mr Misery screaming "Is this some sort of joke! They've only been and gone an brought me the whole papist shop......." It transpires that his children who are not especially clever had gone to Windsor and brought him one of everything in the gift shop. Ann scoped up a beefeater teddy bear that was only lightly singed and cuddled it lovingly, he looked like he needed rescuing so we pushed on. Henny found a dolly of herself which amused her and popped it in her handbag. "I Vill show Chillie." As we walked along Henny told us that Rupert's daughter was withholding her Fathers Day gift until she had a sensible name and Ruperta just wasn't what she was hoping for. We got back just as James I, Charlies dad came shuffling down the road in his carpet slippers. We ducked behind a bush but he'd spotted Hen and toddled over to hug her. I'm afraid that must of what he says is a spluttered mess but we caught the gist he'd come to thank Charlie for his fathers day present. A joke Book. "Made me laugh till I exploded !" The thought was ominous so we hurdled into our garden quickly and trimmed that darned topiary hedge we'd been meaning to get too. We found out later that Cromie had popped in with his gift a bejewelled sweat band.humm and he's not in love with gowns and glory. My foot.......
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