Swarming May

Effie did spy a cloud a bees swarming through the backyard today. I did call the beeman but he say he don't reckon they be his bees. His bees did swarm the other week when I was sick.

As the Worker said to the Bishop

Amos did return from his daily toil to tell us that he'd been partnered with a Bishop on his shift today, the Diocesan Bishop of Plymouth no less. Well he do go to work today at Bedlam tis true, but this apparent Bishop were another worker not a sad inmate languishing within.

Well I turned round and said to him - we could have started up our own church and call ourselves popes tomorrow if we so mind. This Bishop be just another of that kind. Thee be a bona-fide church warden now and should ha precendence afore self styled dignitaries.

Something Nasty in the Cistern

There be today two titmice drownded in the cistern under the straw shed.

Water Rules

Well where does all the time go, who can say? Seems like months since I could find a moment to so much as sit down.

The other Sabbath we had a little one christened at the meeting. When the party had all cleared off I happened to spy the old verger watering the plant in the porch. He turned round and told me that he had asked the canon what should happen to the rest of the water left after the christening many years ago. The canon had laid down the law that the water must not go outside the church building. So the verger use it to water the church plants now.

Amos be made a churchwarden now and is fuming. But the dead crow in the lane be gone now, only few feathers left to tell the tail.

Busy Week

Well after seeing nary a soul all winter long we are suddenly overcome with visitors all at once. Some young whippersnappers do be making one of they motion pictures down the lane and afore I knew what I was doing, I consented to them keeping a deer in our yard between shots.

And a needlewoman wants to make photographs of her quilting and gardening gloves out the back. The beeman comes and chats away to his old bees. And then to put the cap on it all the Old Gaffer turns up after years and turns around and says 'Is He In'. I take it he means Amos and I turns round and says 'No he be away labouring with the poor folk'

And what does he say? Nothing less than 'I am looking for a spare back wheel if he's got one.'
What termitery! Comes up here begging back wheels from folks like us who barely have two spokes to rub together.

Well he turns round and goes off but this isn't the end because he puts a note through our door asking for a back wheel. Back Wheel, I'd give him back wheel and no mistake!

The Last Teaparty

So last Sabbath to the Quivering Brethren. And one among the neighbours had brought in a cake depicting the Last Supper with the Lord and his disciples portrayed in icing.

I forebore to partake of such a cake, deeming that if our Good Lord had wanted us to eat such stuff twould have been the Last Teaparty, not the Last Supper. But the other brethren did eat but none could bring themselves to eat the image of our Lord. I now discover that Hester has retrieved it and is keeping it on her window ledge. The face is shown with notably fairer hair than the disciples.

Unseasonable Weather

We all be near freezing at the toilyard today. And one of the ole tranters come in and turned round and said 'We be getting snow, soon, we will.' Snow in bluebell time, I cannot scarce believe what times we be living in. The old front door be now opened as well. Back tyre be as flat as a dead whippet when I come to ride back home so I did push her all the way home. Reuben has been taxed accidentally.