THE CURIOUS CURIOSITY

THE CURIOUS CURIOSITY my dear ladies and occasional gentleman is the first book in the series about my dear village St Urith With Well.

ON SALE at 99p from AMAZON, EBOOKS or PAPERBACKS.

 Abridged Excerpt from ‘The Curious Curiosity’:

“This is the most excitement since Mr Mc Loosely was a guest at our WI.”

“Goodness really? What on earth was his talk about?” Asked Claire.

“He gave us a talk about surviving in the wild. It was all a bit boring until he was telling us how to forage for food, when Marjorie Phipps who quite frankly Claire could survive on her own excess body fat for at least three months….”

“That’s a bit harsh Aunty Pat.”

“But true Claire. Anyway on the pretext of going to the toilet she nose-dived into the tuna vol-au-vents and cut rounds. Irene Ingles, madam chairperson was furious and started to get up to go and stop her. The other ladies who hadn’t really been listening to Mr Mc Loosely, started to rise up out of their seats, thinking the talk was over and not wanting to miss the food.

Mr Mc Loosely realised he was losing his audience, picked up two sticks and loudly banged them together shouting ‘LET’S MAKE FIRE!’

The shout woke Wendy who was asleep in the front row,  she launched her bottle of elderflower water all over Mr Mc Loosely whose linen trousers went completely transparent. This stopped the stampede to the buffet in its tracks as we all realised Mr Mc Loosely went commando. It was the most exciting talk we’ve ever had at the WI.  Throw your blue light on the roof love and I’ll put me foot down.”

“I haven’t got a blue light Aunty Pat.”

“Starsky and Hutch always had a blue light! The Sweeney always had a blue light! You’re the police you must have a blue light !”

I would love you to read all about me and my friends. Go on treat yourself to a scrummy, yummy book.

Yours Readingly

Celia

Continue reading “THE CURIOUS CURIOSITY”

PUDDING CLUB

PUDDING CLUB my dear ladies and occasional gentleman?

Yes I’m in, a whole evening of EATING nothing but PUDDINGS and drinking WINE.

I’m off to make a HOT CROSS BUN bread pudding.

Might I have acquired a PUDDING addiction?

CELIA FINDS AN ANGEL

My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, my dear author friend has written another cracking book about me. Here’s the book and a few words from her. So proud.


SUPER SPECIAL SUNDAY

I’m so excited to share with you…….

CELIA FINDS AN ANGEL published today as an ebook on Amazon.
Paperback to follow shortly.
This story will whisk you away to caper like a spring lamb through a small Devon village. Strong female characters take the lead in this funny and at times moving tale.
I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I loved writing it. The idea for the story started at a parish history exhibition at our local church, here in North Devon.
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I’m downloading it on my Kindle Fire as we speak.

Yours Excitedly

Celia

BLOOMERS IN THE LADYGARDEN 

BLOOMERS IN THE LADYGARDEN my dear ladies and occasional gentleman, yes it’s Spring and many of the plants in the garden are blossoming.

The first LIZARD appeared this afternoon and no I’m not talking about Ronald, his skin has gone all SUPPLE since I bought him NIVEA FOR MEN.


Don’t worry I put the LIZARD safely on a rock in the SUN, better for it than being chased by HIRSUTE ROLEY.

YOURS Springily

Celia

P.S. I popped in to beautiful INSTOW this morning, it was looking stunning with BLUE SEA and matching SKY and a lovely view across to pretty APPLEDORE.

PPS hello Wendy.

NIGHT WALK FOR NORTH DEVON HOSPICE

Last night I had the PRIVILEGE of walking with two THOUSAND  wonderful women on the NIGHT WALK FOR NORTH DEVON HOSPICE, raising money for this invaluable service and provision of night nurses.

We were entertained along the way by the wonderful TORRINGTON CAVALIERS. The SWEETS and PROSECCO was very welcome, hic!

Walking the TARKA TRAIL the scenery was beautiful accompanied by birdsong and with the bonus of this beautiful sunset.


Although Ronald has been looking after me today, he is also laughing at me. A LOT!

He described my post-walk condition to our far-flung children as follows:  “You know when a chimpanzee walks on two legs swaying from side to side? That’s what mum looks like.”

OUTRAGEOUS!

Unfortunately my children’s sense of humour follows their father and they thought that was hilarious.

Yours Huffily

Celia

A TIT IN THE HOUSE

A TIT IN THE HOUSE I have my dear ladies and occasional gentleman, and it’s not Ronald
Although you might be fooled into thinking so image

As here he is cleaning the SHOWER.

The TIT I am referring to is a BLUE one and I am thrilled that it has decided to NEST in my little RUSSIAN BIRD HOUSE.

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Yours Chirpily

Celia

p.s.

I would be thrilled if my dear ladies and occasional gentleman would care to read my book, written in collaboration with my dear friend. Available as an ebook (how exciting) and a paperback.

For Amazon.com              http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N9UOT2Yg

For Amazon.co.uk            http://www.amazon.co.uk/do/B01N9UOT2Y

Who would have thought that MURDER would have visited sleepy little St Urith Without Well and who would have thought that I would get involved and poor little Hirsute Roley.

Enjoy reading about the colourful characters who reside in our parish, set in the beautiful North Devon countryside

CORNUCOPIA OF CELTICNESS & A DILEMMA

My dear ladies and occasional gentleman as I hope you may be aware I have been absent. 


We were lucky enough to spend first a week in beautiful WELSH WALES, HIRSUTE ROLEY particularly enjoyed the beach. Despite the clouds it was lovely and warm.


We returned home for one night to the very lovely NORTH DEVON.


Then secondly a few days in gorgeous CORNWALL.


Beautiful flowers grown by my beautiful granddaughter.

A veritable CORNUCOPIA of CELTICNESS.

You would have thought that with all this relaxation and beautiful surroundings my HAIR would have decided to stay on my  HEAD.

But NO!

On returning home I stepped into the shower (ladies don’t jump).

After I had washed my hair I noticed that I was paddling in about an inch of water.

Investigating the PLUGHOLE I discovered what appeared to be a small knitted jumper BORROWER size.

I HATE CLEANING PLUGHOLES THEY ARE GROSS!


Walking into the sitting room this product was on the Telly.

DILEMMA.

TWO bottles of GIN or some decent wine.

AGAINST

TWO months supply of FURRY FOAM.

Yours ALOPECIA AURIATALY

CELIA

P.S. I am still shaving my legs

P.P.S. Some eyebrow and eyelashes down the PLUGHOLE.

P.P.P.S. THE BORROWERS. See Mary Norton.

P.P.P.P.S. North Devon Photo courtesy of my dear friend Karen Owen.

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