I checked my small greenhouse cloche this afternoon as the rain has railed down in sheets all day . They have received no damage at all and in fact, seem to be going from strength to strength. The sweet peas are now plants, and ready to be repotted.
Pendragon and I had a leisurely breakfast in the Sun Room. I made my special yoghurt surprise,of mixed berries,two kinds of yoghurt, oats, seeds,pineapple,raisins, apple and honey. We do enjoy this healthy mixture, and I followed it up with some sices of healthy wholemeal toast and acorn coffee. There was no blue sky for us to eat it under, but the day was warm,and the backyard view very pleasing.

We have not seen the Forlorn Faery for three days now. Pendragon thinks she has gone on holiday to sunnier climes,giving the opportunity to a host of goblin workmen to complete a few key tasks in the garden.
They have been banging at all hours, hammering a new shed and some decking together.The copious weeds have been hacked down,but there is still much to do before we could call it a "garden". She is a game old bird,as they say,to be taking on this slightly delapidated toadstool,but she is definitely making a difference.
Due to the appalling weather conditios today my surveillance of the goings on at number 6 has had to be curtailed. We know that Granny Primpole is there this weekend,so the Primpoles activities will be limited any way to running up and down stairs at her every whim. They were all out in the Backyard yesterday,pouring mead,and munching on barbecued meat sticks. Granny Primpole only has one way,and that is to shout out orders ,loud and long, and mainly in Weedy's direction. Weedy was in summer mode,in a yellow short-sleeved blouson,with khaki knee length cut-off hose. He looked like a rather bilious over ripe banana to be honest,and Granny Primpole could hardly miss him if she needed a target. From my vantage point,skulking behind the camelia bush, which is creeping along the back slatted fence, he conveyed all the timidity of a down- trodden elven son-in-law. Despite the apparent merriment of the others,Weedy looked like he just wanted to be somewhere else.
So the mystery of the "blue striped blanket stuffed into back of motor carriage" remains unsolved, or unsolveable for the time being .Should Weedy be seen to repeat this after the weekend, then Granny Primpole has to be a key candidate.
Over the road the Dagworts at number 10 continue to surprise. On Saturday,and today, Mimsey and Jeraboa have been noted jogging to and fro in their efforts to attain bodily rehabilitation. It would be difficult to identify any visible improvement at the moment,but time and effort, I am sure , will prove the personal punishment to be worthwhile. However, if Mimsey continues to complete her jogging schedule,then retire to the front lawn munching a large bag of toasty fries on every occasion,
perfection may take a little while longer.

Monday will bring my showtime at Dingley Dell Community Radio Network, so I have some preparation to do tonight. Dudley Forepiece ,local celebrated author, is to be my guest,so I need to check out the resume I have put together. Since I have not read any of his romantic novelette parchments,I shall have to make my preparation thorough. Jiminy Jinks has warned me that Dudley can swallow interviewers whole at one sitting, metaphorically speaking,if they show a lack of knowledge of his "distinguished career". "If in doubt" ,he said, "show a bit of elven leg".
Since I have no intention of allowing smarmy Dudley Forepiece to catch a glimpse of my elegant gams,I will have to fall back on the only other talents I have, my undeniable charm and a strong abilty to "coast".

Happy weekending,to all my friends, and may the joys of the future week be already unfolding. From Amarantha,Mrs. Willow-to-be, the Rainbow Faery.
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