I have drunk my third acorn tea in 45 minutes. Right down to the dregs at the bottom of my green and white spotted mug. It has been a day for doing things to the nth degree.I stayed in this morning to await the arrival of a garden table,which Pendragon bought on a whim in Metropolis. The woodland phone went at the eleventh hour,and a youngish voice said in matter of fact tones,that the table would now be delivered in the afternoon. Any plans to go to the Jolly Woodman Tearooms would have to be shelved.No matter.I had plenty of admin. work to do in the Blue Room,and besides the sky was fit to burst with more rain. It has been pouring wetness since 5 of the cuckoo clock this morning,and everything outside is sitting in small flowing rivulets of water. I struggled out for five minutes to scatter some rye breadcrumbs on the birdhouse table,and and had to rush back inside as quickly as I could to avoid another deluge. The vast array of birds which descended,signalled the extent of their gratitude. I worked for the rest of the morning on filing parchments,and packing orders for mailing.

The table was not delivered until four .A loud rap on the front door of our toadstool heralded the arrival of a large white furniture carrier. An ever so cheerful goblin ran up the path,to check it was our toadstool awaiting delivery, and within two winks of a centipede's eye,he returned with a large slim box on his shoulder . I signed his sheet ,and closing the door,took a few minutes to consider what I still had to do, and how much time I had left to do it in. Shopping for one or two necessary items for supper was a major priority,so I looked out my overlarge waterproof jacket, in which to hide from the continuing precipitation. Outside, I was just closing the iron gate,when I noticed the Primpoles hovering round the back of their wine coloured motor carriage. They were both huddled closely,looking solemnly into the back seat. They were mumbling quietly,and did not see me approaching. I cheerily said hello.Weedy did not seem to notice me, so busy was he,bundling something in a striped blanket into the back. Severity made an attempt to smile and returned my greeting,but seemed to have an air of tension about her. I just hurried by,and ignored whatever was going on. It looked mightily suspicious to my keen elven eye,but what lay behind the subterfuge,was impossible to determine from my viewpoint beside my own motor carriage. One thing was certain. Neither Weedy nor Severity wanted anyone to see or know what had just been pushed into their vehicle. Plots from much loved mystery tales flooded my mind as I sped down to the supermercantile. Was it body or beast cocooned in that blanket ? Why were they putting it in their motor ? Had they come by it honestly or by stealth ? What have the Primpoles done ? By the time I turned into the supermercantile motor carriage holder,I had them tried and sentenced in my mind. Had their black wildebeest finally lost its wits,and had to be quelled ? Had Granny Primpole come to visit,and they were disposing of her to collect her inheritance ? Or was it just a desperate attempt to rid themselves of the vast mountain of bottles and debris ,left after their outdoor shindig on Saturday ? I made up my mind at that point to be increasingly vigilant and monitor the Primpoles every waking move.

I hurried round the supermercantile,wanting to get home quickly in case I missed any clues which might prove to be important in bringing Weedy and Severity to justice at some later date. There was a fairly long queue at the pay slot,so I was soon finding it difficult to contain my impatience. I accidentally pushed my trolley into the leg of the poor dwarf in front of me,so keen was I to get my purchases nearer to the door, and get home. Once out,I drove as quickly and as safely as I could back to Lobelia Drive. I parked my little red motor carriage and laden with bags of produce, headed towards our toadstool home. There was now no sign of either the Primpoles or their motor carriage. There were no glowworms lighting any of their rooms, and no signs of elven or animal life to be heard. Whatever could be going on ?
I watched from my toadstool window for a while but they haven't returned yet. I must alert Pendragon and remain ever watchful of their next moves.
All this excitement has left me no time to darn Pendragon's hose as I promised. He will have to wait or hope that I can find time later,between washing up and peering out of the window from behind the curtains. All in line with my community duty,of course.

Have a dry evening,my friends,remembering to stay well clear of dripping porches, soggy waterproof capes, and couples with blue stripey blankets.
From your budding amateur sleuth, Amarantha Willow, the Rainbow Faery.