Every so often it occurs to me that perhaps I should provide you, my loyal readers, with a few updates on progress with aspects of my life which I have shared with you through the Daily Blog.
Jaye, for example, recently posted a comment to ask whether I had managed to solve the puzzle of that CGGECCDDECC song. Apparently, when played, these notes should form a tune which has something to
do with colours. Unlocking the riddle would enable my friend Delia to solve a particularly tricky crossword puzzle. Sadly I am no nearer finding a solution but help is at hand because in the next week or so the answers will be published in the May edition
of Delia’s monthly puzzle magazine. Never was an edition more eagerly awaited. Be sure I shall let you all know because I am quite sure Jaye isn’t the only one who wants to know. Even if she is, I shall still broadcast the answer, for the sake
of what psychologists and agony aunts like to call “reaching closure.”
Next, an update on the palm crosses from yesterday. As I had promised, I was
there at my post at 9.20 this morning, after a brisk twenty minute walk to Church. There were two of us giving out palm crosses, Linda and me. Linda sorted through all the crosses in her basket, taking them out of their carefully secured bunches as she
tried to distinguish between the ones from Tanzania and the ones we carefully fashioned yesterday. I just gave them out as they came, it was a kind of Palm Cross Pot Luck. I like this kind of job, by the way, because you get the chance to meet lots of people
and say things like: “Good Morning!” and “Welcome!” and almost everybody smiles back at you. It’s really rather heart-warming.
about heart-warming, so many people sent their best wishes to Young Faris while he was in hospital. I am pleased to report, by way of an update, that he is back to his normal, Demolition Boy mode and his Mum, the Middle of the Darling Daughters, has never
been more pleased to see him up to all kinds of merry mischief.
Rehearsals for Fame Jr, in which grandchildren Jack and Hazel have lead roles (actually,
the Limelight Theatre Group being what it is, every Limelighter is as important as everybody else which is what I like about it) are reaching a climax as Curtain Up is just two weeks away. Another of my News Releases has appeared in the local press and
this time there was no mention of Horton the Elephant who (some of you may remember) popped up in another newspaper in an article which had absolutely nothing to do with him or any other elephant you might care to name. Hopefully I will be allowed more
space in the papers over the next two weeks to promote the show, just as soon as I can think of a different angle to write about. And, no, Horton is not a different angle – he’s an elephant and he doesn’t belong in Fame. Not now,
The Great War Project is nearing its conclusion with a grand launch of the new website due in June. I will be sad when my part in it is over but Mr B
and I have bought a packet of Flanders Poppy seeds and intend to sow them liberally in our front and back gardens as our own personal tribute to Ernest the Farm Boy and Arthur the Artist and all the others who died in Flanders Fields and elsewhere. (Mr B is
a little less enthusiastic than I am about this idea as he points out that, according to the back of the seed packet, we will be over-run with poppies in a year or two. I tell him I never read the back of seed packets on a point of principle.)
Lastly, I have posted off an Easter card to my three Little Welsh Boys, enclosing a fiver apiece so that they can Buy Their Own Easter Egg. Last year we sent them those
chocolate bunnies, you know the ones wrapped up in gold paper with a bell on a red ribbon tied round their necks – but they were all damaged in the post. My Boy reckons I have hit upon a great idea and says his boys will love the idea of BYO.
I fear they will head straight to their favourite shop, Poundland, where they will be able to buy not one but five eggs apiece for their money. This will equate to an almighty
hoard of no fewer than fifteen eggs between the three of them which will not please their mother, who happens to be a dentist, one little bit.
not quality, will be the name of their (Easter Egg) game.