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Hello Everybody, how are you? Before I forget to tell you,this weekend is the last one of the exhibition at Craftco in Southwold. So, if you’re in the area do pop in.

Let’s have a cup of tea. Earlier this week the little houses and I were chatting, as we do, coming up with answerless questions and imaginings galore. And, as the chat flowed along, it became very apparent that somebody present was not on the same light-hearted page as the rest of us and that that somebody was stewing. I see trouble up ahead. Pass the biscuits…

Living on the Edge 184; Energy Bill…

William had discovered his superpower for turning water into electricity over ninety years ago. He’d become a bit of a celebrity. Back then he’d been new, exciting and perhaps even slightly dangerous. For no one knew exactly what he was capable of.

Now, after so many years, he felt taken for granted and was tired of constantly being relied upon to meet the greedy demands of the population. He was completely drained. A while ago suits with clipboards had visited and he’d overheard talk about the possibility of retirement. Afterall, there were now new-fangled nuclear guys out there; surely they could take over the load. But retirement was downgraded first to a facelift then a holiday to recharge his batteries and then further whittled away until all that actually happened was a day off which had been a national holiday anyway.

William saw no other choice than to take matters into his own hands. He stood resolutely looking over the valley below with a placard hidden behind his back. It read ‘Enough is Enough’ Tomorrow he was going on strike… xxx

Hello Everybody and a happy Friday to you! Here in the UK the celebrations for the Queen’s platinum jubilee are well underway. There is a lot of bunting and a lot of cake. So, do please help yourself while I make us some tea… Meanwhile, wouldn’t you know, the little houses are having some strife from a less than pleasant ruler of their own… There is a little video here if you’d like a twirl…

Living on the Edge 182; Tunnel Vision…

From birth, Lord Tristan of Highwater had been comfily nestled in a position of power. He had inherited his title, his land and even his butler from his late father.

With this great power, of course, came great responsibility. It was unfortunate, therefore, that Tristan did not take this responsibility seriously. He squandered the trust others placed in him, was mean spirited, selfish and generally unpleasant.

As an example of Tristan’s attitude let us look to the valley below. That afternoon Burt washed his windows and hung them out to dry. From above, Tristan observed this work and effort and instantly instructed his butler to fetch the Saharan sand, which he kept in one of the cellars, and cascade it in great clouds over the side of the mountain. You see? Mean.

Despite unrelenting provocation, the villagers never retaliated and instead, dealt with Tristan’s spiteful ways with kindness. This simply irked Tristan more.

Although he was all the bad things mentioned above and more, Tristan was not stupid. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that, nice though his subjects were to his face, somehow, he was being undermined… xxx

This piece and friends will be at Craftco in Southwold until the 27th of June. Do visit if you’re around!

Hello Everybody, are you well? During one of the long and winding conversations that the little houses and I often have, for they know and awful lot of things, some helpful, some not some much, we wondered if it would be possible to set up a magic club. And then, as is usual, the wondering wandered off to some other subject and no more was said. However, this week we learned that someone did not let go of that thought… I will pour the tea…

Living on the Edge 179; Spell Binding…

The sky had turned the inky blue colour that signals the imminent descent of night and so Clarice had thought it was the ideal time to perform her latest trick. She hadn’t been able to practise it because the trick was a variation of the famous one in which a cloth was removed with a flourish from beneath a laid table, leaving everything perfectly intact. In place of the table cloth Clarice had used the pavement and, unknowingly, her neighbours starred as dishes in the impromptu show.

Whilst it was an incredible display of her mightiness, it hadn’t quite worked out as she had hoped. Claude and Rupert were now leaning in a most unbecoming way, Betsy, Jo and Melissa had been tugged down a newly formed slope and the tree at the epicentre was complaining loudly of tap root rupture and bark stretch. Clarice gently tapped the curb stone back into line and, feeling very small, looked up to the heavens.

“Goodness gracious me, that must have been an earth tremor!” she exclaimed, quickly hiding her copy of ‘Magician Today’. Without daring to look over, Clarice closed her windows, wishing that she’d invested her time in being able to vanish into thin air instead… xxx

Well hello Everybody, happy Friday! It’s here again and I’m back again getting the cups and saucers out for you and this week we’ve fancy macarons!

I’ve been wondering about the seemingly random songs that appear in my head and won’t stop playing… Does that happen to you?

I’ve had Bananarama up there for three days now singing ‘I Heard a Rumour’ I have suggested that it might be time to stop but to no avail. The little houses have suggested we add some more songs and have a table top disco.. But first let there be tea, macarons and a little story…

Living on the Edge 178; The Mermaid’s Tale…

The girls were out for their daily dip in the ocean. They were wild swimmers. Every morning, in time for sunrise, they would traipse to the beach, bleary eyed and bedraggled. Twenty minutes later they would emerge from the briny, tingling, wide awake and ready to take on the world.

Edeltraud, who, believing she was a water-borne Icarus, would swim eagerly towards the horizon, hoping to touch the sun. She always turned back to shore soon enough and that day, as she did, she felt strangely different. She looked down and in amazement, saw that she had sprouted a tail. Her mother had warned her as a child about not staying in the water too long. Up until this moment Edeltraud had thought it was just an old wives’ tale. However, in the light of this new development, she relaxed her furrowed brow in case the wind changed and wondered how to tell the others about her predicament… xxx

Oh yoo-hooo! It’s only me popping by on a Tuesday of all days! I do quite like Tuesday though, don’t you? I’m here to tell you about an exhibition, which I probably should have told you about last Friday, but the little houses simply weren’t ready…

Anyway, we’re exhibiting with some lovely artists at the Corner Room Gallery in Framlingham, Suffolk 5^th – 10^th April and we’d love to see you if you’re around. Can you make it? The big news is that the very large piece ‘Living on the Edge 9; The State of the Nation’ has been woken from a long hibernation and persuaded to be there too. She’s packing her birds up as I type and muttering about baggage allowance…

I’m off to try and inject a little order into proceedings. Wish me luck… xxx