Oh yoo-hoo! Are you there? Just before I start wrangling the Little Houses into boxes and birds on to wires, I thought we could have a quick catch up and, of course, a cup of tea with biscuits. I bought chocolate today; thought you might need it… I know I do…
I also thought it might be about time to show my face on here, not something I relish doing but apparently people like to see who they’re talking to…
On the plus side, it’ll mean that, if you’re coming to the Cheltenham Craft Fair, you’ll know who you’re looking for. Do pop by if you’re going, it’d be lovely to see you in real life. Tickets are available here (reduced rate for prebooked!)
So, this is me at my table. I do clear it before you come so there’s room for the tea tray. Followed by some snaps of this week’s little share of the latest troubles to befall the Little Houses…
Living on the Edge 227; Sad Moon Rising…
Tired of having her pearls of wisdom ignored, the moon retired sulkily to a quiet corner of the night to read for a while. To emphasise her absence, she left a space behind her where she ought to have been. Just because hers was the late shift and fewer folk were awake, it did not mean that her opinion was any less valid.
To be truthful, most of the village was asleep by then and had no idea any of this was happening. But Victoria was more than aware; she was sitting high above the village. She’d watched the moon leave and heard her muttering to herself about leaving things in the dark…
“You look like an engagement ring without its stone” said Victoria to the sky. Blankly the sky looked back at her. With the moon as a companion during her insomnia, Victoria had taken to walking up in the hills late in the night and sharing her thoughts. Clearly that wasn’t going to be possible tonight what with the current mood in the heavens… And talking to the stars simply wasn’t the same. They were fickle and flickery and only interested in whining about wishes.
“I sure hope this all gets sorted soon,” said Victoria lighting a cigar, “But if you want my opinion I think the moon is right; she does deserve a raise”… xxx