Unblocked

The old bodger called today to see if we still wants our sink unblocked. Well I done tell him that Amos did manage to clear the way near seven days ago. Course we coulda been sitting here in floods by now if we waited on the old bodger to do our unblocking for us. And the old boy called round as well to see if he'd been and done it yet though how he do know the ins and outs of us plumbing requirements is beyond me. Maybe he do have what they call the sick scents and can sniff out when a drain is clogging up. Or maybe he just be a nosy ole boggart.

Earth Half Hour

Well we did light the three tea lights and there were just enough moon to light our way in the kitchen. Only half the hour be gone when Amos come a'storming in saying he don't want to play and turning every light on. So we want to know, do this count?

And I just find the torch now that I could na find then.

Darkness Again

Tis less than an hour till Earth Hour and all we do have is three tea lights. Twill certainly be blacker than black here in Starkadder Hovel.

Raining Again

Amos be returned with the new thresher - it be only five and a score years old. Does have a nasty rattle in the engineering area.

Took myself to the gathering of the Quivering Brethren yester eve. The head elder has had a vision of mushrooms growing in a pasture in June which he has divined to be a divine message for all the Brethren in Darset to meet at field gathering after Midsummer.

Micing

Seem to be the micing season afoot already. Berton making wierd yowling noises behind the door. Had to send young Reuben out to throw the mouse over the hedge as Amos be gone to the Borders to fetch home the new thresher.

The old waggon broke down afore they got back to Gloucester so still not be back home yet.

Bee Mystery Solved

Bee man came today - must be spring getting closer. He tell us that he solved the mystery substance in the bee frame - it be crystallised ivy. The winter be so hard for the bees they reduced eating the ivy.

Something Nasty in the Pond

Saw something dire and nasty in the great pond this dawning. Thought at first the frogs had been afflicted with a newfangled disease which killed them with orangness.

Dared to go close enough to find it was a dead Doritos pack. How could that have got in our own pond? Us Starkadders never do eat such trivial stuff as Doritos. There must be strangers afoot.

More Spring

Dearie me, spring be arriving so fast now can barely keep up with it. Trudging to the omnibus noted the fly tippers are back from their winter migratories. Times still be hard as all they could muster to tip be an old kettle and one of they new fangled PC key board thingys.

Never fret, banjo man be here to raise our cheers with Woody Guthrie tunes.

Turning Spring

I sees the wandering gent in the woods this morning so thinks that could be nearly spring if wandering times have started again.

Scramble

Snatching a bite of dry crust at noon when alerted to frantic shrieking and howling outdoors. So snatched the Aged P's umbrella and charged into the yard. Nasty little dog worrying at our geese and driving them beserk all across the field. Gave it a right old what for.