Thursday morning, and I have made a list ,as there are so many things I need to do. First of all I have a huge bundle of garments no longer in use, to deliver to the Ladies of Mercy at the Dingley Dell Charity Shop. I have not confirmed with Pendragon that the pieces of clothing from him ,have his consent. Nothing ever wears out according to Pendragon ,even if it is hanging in shreds, so I have made an executive elfen decision. His birthing day is in May, so I can fill up his side of our great oaken wardrobe with some new doublets, and green pointy shoes. Upon my arrival,the lades were very grateful for an infusion of new cast-offs, and Old Elsie Crabwinkle,an aged Mustard Faery, who usually struggles to make it from the counter to the door, seemed particularly excited by the pink gossamer robe I had handed in. It might go well indeed with her blue tinged curls and the fluffy purple slippers which she wears to serve behind the counter on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She has a wry sense of humour. Holding up a pair of Pendragon's hose and the pink gossamer frippery, she looked me in the eye and said,"I hope both of these are not Pendragon's,dear, are they ? I just touched my nose, and swung her an all knowing,but enigmatic Rainbow faery smile, as I laughingly pulled the door shut behind me. If Pendragon ever goes in there, he is going to get some mightily funny looks. I then headed towards the Community Centre to join Queen Brighid the Bright in an afternoon of delight with some Dingley Dell sprites. I opened the door to find twenty five jolly little ones waiting for an afternoon of exciting activities .Maybe mischief would be a more pertinent word. I was assigned to the story corner - Queen Brighid always assigns - to tidy up the faery books and games there, and to either read to the wee ones or help them to learn how to play some of the boxed games. Sprites being sprites of course, throwing the books about,or mixing up the pieces from the games,seemed a better idea. However,they were in the main well behaved, and genuinely enjoyed the stories that I read to them. Some settled down to draw pictures of the folk in the books, some wanted to make models, and some just wanted to curl up on the dinky settee in the book corner for a quiet nap. The couple of hours passed very quickly, and at home time, two wee Dingley Dell rogues coyly asked if I"d be back tomorrow " I intend only to take it as a compliment, as it might suggest that they wanted to know,to establish whether they might get away with more nonsense if I wasn't going to be there.Tomorrow Queen Brighid has assigned me to the Art Corner. Great fun but only if you remember to wear a headscarf and dungarees when the colours start to fly, in free expression time. I always feel at home in the art corner,as we Rainbow Faeries carry colour in our every movement and with our every step.I returned home at three, made some ginger and chilli patties for Pendragon's supper,(he says he likes a hot meal) and settled down to read my manual for faeries who are entering eternal wedlock. It is considered an important step in Dingley Dell Life to take on wifely duties, and each community provides some keen instruction to those who feel ready for such a step. However the chapters were a little disappointing,seeming only to concentrate on how to manage a toadstool, and how often to set out your husband's clay pipe and slippers, rather than on how many holidays one might expect and how much birthday bling to demand. Pendragon and I have shared a toadstool together for three years now, so I have acquired most of the toadstool caretaking skills we seem to require, but I have to admit to being no closer to solving the ongoing problems of Pendragon stealing most of the eiderdown every night, and forgetting to cover his cold pointy feet,before rubbing them up against mine. Maybe a confidential word with Queen Brighid the Bright might throw up some solutions. Maybe not. Queen Brighid does seem to know the answer to everything,but is famously reputed to pass it on to everybody else. I would hate to see Pendragon suffer any castigation as he wanders through the village on account of his need for warmth. We are the cosiest of faery couples,and are looking forward to our wedlock ceremony in the month of May 2009. Preparations for this great event have already begun,but will proceed more earnestly in the weeks to come.A dress must be made, a cake must be baked,and our motley crew of relatives,at home and abroad, must be summoned to witness the event. We are holding a feast in a fancy woodland grove after we take our vows. As if one could eat at a time like that ! Much love to you all my friends,and a steady wedlock for all. From the very giddy Amarantha, the Rainbow Faery .
