Our little dog has some way to go before she manages to blag her way towards emulating the magnificent Four Dinners, but she’s making a start.
It’s our village festival weekend. Tonight, there is a disco in the village hall and tomorrow is the beer festival and fête. On Sunday, there is coffee, lunch and tea in the church rooms. Throughout, there is an exhibition of wedding dresses and accompanying
paraphernalia. I had said I would do a flower arrangement for the font and help set up the exhibition.
I went early to do the flowers, intending to pop home for a Nice Cup of Tea. I fed Tilly a bit early, to her great pleasure. I mean, food – it’s what it’s all about, really, isn’t it?
I had hardly started when several people came in, asking if it was all right to look round the church. I welcomed them and we chatted – one of them had been evacuated from London to here at the age of four, his family then moved to Kings Lynn and he was revisiting old haunts. After they left, I did my flowers … but then helpers started arriving early, and we all mucked in.
A couple of hours later, I received a phone call from the Sage. He was going out, but wanted me to know that he had fed Tilly. “But I fed Tilly” I replied. “Oh. She looked very thin and hungry and I was sure she hadn’t been fed…”
She doesn’t look so thin now. She does, however, look pretty pleased with herself.