LOGTASTIC! Ronald cried and no it wasn’t because the TOILET was BLOCKED, my dear ladies and occasional gentleman.
Which was good because it’s raining and I didn’t want him stood out in the ELEMENTS with his HOSE down the drains.
No it’s because he had a load of LOGS delivered and that’s better than CHRISTMAS to Ronald. What is it with men and logs?
My dear friend and little ghostly writer and I are working on another book about my adventures in our little village in Devon, to be published next year.
In the meantime Glenda has published a book of short stories which would be a great little stocking filler.
p.s. ‘Celia Ladygarden and the Curious Curiosity’ is also available on Amazon
IT DOESN’T WORK! Asserted Ronald when I asked him to make sure he had his MOBILE PHONE with him and that he would answer me when I phoned him to pick me up from the HAIRDRESSERS.
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman I asked this because he never answers his mobile and I have to try and catch him on the house phone.
“It doesn’t work” says Ronald.
“OK I’ll ring you now and you can show me IT DOESN’T WORK” I reply.
I ring him and he jabs away at the screen as if he’s trying to drill a hole in it and shouts triumphantly “see IT DOESN’T WORK!”
I lean over and swipe the screen, “it’s working now”.
He’s only had the phone since LAST CHRISTMAS!
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, this has appeared in our bathroom window.
GETTING THE GOAT
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, RONALD was completely oblivious of his STRANGE ATTRACTION for PYGMY GOATS!
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman last night I awoke to Ronald A FURTLING IN THE LADYGARDEN.
It was 2.00 am and he’d let Hirsute Roley out for an EMERGENCY WEE, unfortunately he then wandered off for a SNUFFLE and Ronald A FURTLING in the bushes couldn’t locate him in the DARK.
He then stood up and decided to enjoy the wonders of the NIGHT SKY.
P.S. Thank you to all you dear ladies and occasional gentleman who have bought my book ‘CELIA LADYGARDEN AND THE CURIOUS CURIOSITY’ written by my dear little ghostwriter friend Glenda Barnett, available on Amazon.com
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, Hirsute Roley is in recovery.
This morning he insisted on walking down one of his favourite lanes and stopping at the little bridge across a stream. Suddenly he STOPPED DEAD, one little paw raised like a QUESTION MARK in the air, then he bravely crept around the bridge towards the water.
Stopping again in FEAR AND TERROR trembling, as a GIANT TROLL came out from under the bridge with a BIG STICK.
I scooped him up as a second GIANT TROLL came out from the other end of the bridge.
The to the rescue came the POSTMAN in his van and Hirsute Roley rallied as the post van slowed and a small meaty biscuit dropped into his mouth.
Who knew that the WATER WAYS employed GIANT TROLLS to clear underneath BRIDGES.
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, this morning I have spent 4 hours de-sprigging and making BLACKCURRANT JAM.
It is tedious, sticky and messy, to distract I put on daytime TV presumably it’s for SENIORS & HOUSEBOUND.
FFS, every single AD break, was an ad for FUNERAL PLANS!
For the over 50’s!!!
MICHAEL PARKINSON has a lot to answer for.
And the DAUGHTER who forces her mother to take out a FUNERAL PLAN!
Then forces her FATHER to take out a FUNERAL PLAN!
FATHER then forces the poor neighbour to take out a FUNERAL PLAN!
LISTEN over 50’s PEOPLE.
I have purchased a TRIPLE PLOT in the GRAVEYARD, my dear mum is already there. Although RONALD is a bit CONCERNED if he goes first he will be SANDWICHED between his MOTHER-IN-LAW and his WIFE
KIDS! When the time comes. Just RE-DIG the GRAVE (try not to dig up my mother) and pop us in. JOB DONE.
We Are spending the FUNERAL PLAN money on GIN, WINE and HOLIDAYS!