Well,hey ho,and a hey nonny no, just as Lobelia Drive was getting used to peace and calm, resembling Garden of Eden proportions, the howl went up at 10.00 am this morning, and the next door "wildebeests " were back. I was chewing the fat with the Forlorn faery at the front gate, and was just managing to acquire some jaw dropping details about her past life,when a maroon four - wheeled motor carriage drew up,and Severity Primpole stepped out. Weedy followed ,gathering up and disappearing under, endless luggage. They disappeared up the path and into number 6. Seconds later, Weedy reappeared,hood up , to release the two mutts from the back of their vehicle. They jumped out ,and made a bee-line for the gate,until they spotted the two of us standing leisurely ,two toadstools down. The words 'fresh meat " must have misted before the black satanic creature's eyes, for he charged at us from a mere three feet away. The blonde shaggy one was about to follow. Luckily Weedy was holding them both at the end of a long leash. He quickly reeled them in,nearly falling over in the process . My elfen heart was pounding and I felt myself grab hold of the gate in terror, sensing that I was about to see my final hour. When I looked up again it was to see Weedy slipping into number six,bellowing to the mutts to be quiet,looking back only to squeeze out a brief "eh, sorry", in our direction. I say our,but when I looked round to comfort the Forlorn Faery,she was no longer there. She was waving to me from relative security behind her front window.Clearly terrified also, but not brave enough to hang around to help to guarantee saving my personal bacon. Well, I suppose we have only been on speaking terms for a week ,not long enough to risk life or limb for me. I cannot see the Forlorn faery having a quiet seat in her toadstool porch as long as The Primpole's menagerie is around. I equally cannot see either of us casually asking the Primpoles how well they enjoyed their holiday, on the strenggth of this morning's encounter.
Pendragon and I had our usual assignation at one, in the Buttercup Bistro. We had to wait for half an hour to get a table but it was worth the wait . Our corner seats had a full panoramic view of the Big Water. Back home,we were going to finish building the desk we started last weekend. It is proving to be a more difficult task than we thought, so as is the way in elven customs, "if at first you don't succeed, send for the elven joiner". I hope he can come soon,before my elven curls are any greyer, and Pendragon does himself an injury ,falling over loose pieces of oak. He is outside at the moment, gathering up the remaining debris of winter. The starlings in the trees opposite are just waiting for him to go,so they can continue their forage for vittles.I watched them this morning,flying down some six at a time, battling together in the air and on the ground for first dibs at the fat balls,or the seed dishes. I spotted one gathering bits of stray twig and flying off towards the house opposite.It is building a nest under the eaves there. I feel a great sense of satisfaction that Pendragon and I are not only feeding the five thousand or so birds which come to call, but are also helping to provide the necessary building materials for them to set up home and nest. That makes our little toadstool,fifth from the left ,in Lobelia Drive, a bit of a one stop shop. Love to you all my friends, this wild,wet weekend, and may all your nests be just as cosy. From Amarantha the Rainbow faery.