Friday, March 11, 2016
No need to record that.
A van arrives to install two speed bump signs.
We go to buy some cakes from the post natally depressive bakers wife.
The PONs get given some flaky pastry crumbs.
Angus is asked if he'd like to buy a chocolate coated doll. The terrible thing looks like a praline encrusted Barbie. Where would you start ? Tear the head off and grab an arm ? We decline.
Sophie is in need of a grooming.
Post grooming she looks altogether more composed.
'The Font' has suggested Angus write a history of the village . '' You don't want to appear standoffish ". An early evening champagne gathering is arranged. Everyone shows up. Angus asks the villagers what their memories are. The mayor tells a wonderful story . One of the medieval bells was transferred to the new clock tower when the old church was demolished in 1860. During the war the other bells were taken to be melted down but this old one was overlooked and survived. In 1945 on the day the Germans retreated the local youths rang the bell so long and so hard that it cracked. A huge pent up tumbling out of joy. It has never been rung since.
The Very Old Farmer has been wheeled into the downstairs library by the District Nurse. He perks up when he hears this story and happily informs us '' What a night that was ! I made a number of young ladies very happy ". He then chuckles. Madame Bay rather primly announces that I don't need to write down every story.