BUCOLIC

What a lovely evening Veronica and I had along with a few lady friends and the odd gentleman (sorry Sebastian) in the vicarage gardens. Annabelle, Sebastian, Teresa and Gwendoline had brought a lovely picnic and Veronica and I had posh fish and chips. Teresa would keep going on about her sausage and eating it in a lascivious manner making poor Sebastian wince.

The sun was shining, the wine was flowing and we were entertained with the bucolic ‘Larkrise to Candleford’. The cast was very enthusiastic in fact one actor nearly took Annabelle and myself out in act two with a seven week old piece of bread flung at ninety miles an hour. It,s not what you expect in a vicarage garden I had to steady myself with another glass of wine and then another glass for the shock.

Of course Veronica found this highly amusing, needless to say she had consumed the best part of a bottle of wine. Looking like a ‘mummy’ swathed from head to toe in a cream blanket, she looked across at me and started laughing in a most unladylike way accusing me of going all hip-hop and looking like Jay Z whoever that is. Admittedly I had my sunglasses on but I think it was my new hat that she was mocking. She was jealous. After all Gwendoline sported some strange sort of outback hat and she didn’t laugh at her but then she did look rather dashing. the end of the evening she started to say naughty words over and over because she thought it was funny in the vicarage garden. Unfortunately I too had sipped too often at the vin rouge and joined in, luckily the vicar wasn’t there.

Sadly I offended Veronica on our way to the public house, I am embarrassed to say I called her self-centred when what I meant to say was single-minded. She can bear a grudge can Veronica and hold on to it. I am going to have to do some ladylike grovelling.

Yours Humbly

Celia

One thought on “BUCOLIC

  1. Dear Celia
    I think we need to draw a line under last evening
    I am nursing one of my heads this morning I think we we all a little bit giddy with the excitement of watching ‘Larkrise’ in the open air. I admit to being a lttle over excited at the thought of the Vicar and am ashamed to say I did run about the herbacous borders at the end, but I would like to draw a veil over this.
    I have been experiencing starnge feelings lately that I can only put down to my reintroducing supermarket food back into my diet after my foray into foraging.

    Yours hormonally
    Veronica

    Ps I had no idea you thought I was self centered as well. Mixing that bottle of wine with your medication was not a good idea.
    PPS You did look menacing in the suset in that gangster hat, and I think this is something to consider when you go on the Church outing in September.

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