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I must be feeling a lot better from my elven poorliness as I seem to be acquiring my interest in the rantings and ghastly behaviours of my neighbours again. I saw Mimsey and Jeraboa Dagwort last night,leaping (may be some exaggeration) into their dog-eared (classic) four wheeled motor carriage with a little silver mobile trolley attached behind.They were heading for, well somewhere. I was doing a spot of tidying behind the curtains,as you do, at twilight time, and I saw them set off. They did not stop long enough for a wave or a cheerie goodbye. Jeraboa was his usual sartorially unelegant self,in terracotta blouson and baggy,beige,cut-off hose.The short hose either needed to be longer,or his legs could do with some pruning below the knee. Either way they didn't seem to fit his lumpy body. Mimsey was her traditionally bleak self,with lowered sad eyes,under a large straw hat with a pink rose balancing precipitously over the brim. That was all the colour she could muster as the rest of her was pale grey,both top and botttom - baggy grey tunic and baggy grey slouching pants. Mimsey should not be grey, nor should her ample curvature be seen in anything remotely resembling slouching. In an outfit matching her pink rose she would have been a revelation.She seems to hide in her coverings,as though to be brighter would make more demand of her than she could bear. I often wonder if she is happy living with a warlock as incident prone as Jeraboa. Maybe she was once destined for greater things in her private circle. Living with the fatuous Jeraboa will have surely put paid to that........
There they were heading off into the blue beyond and a fence still reeling from Jeraboa's earlier conflagration. The slats unevenly nailed across the hedge are now hanging loose. The hedge has made no indication of its intention to grow back, and I have seen Oggie the Hood and Rikki Tikki the Red recently poking their light sabres into the gaping branch holes . It can only be a matter of time before some dastardly deed is done. Oggie has no conscience and Rikki Tikki has no sense,so between the two of them, that garden space will be open season for some vandalistic merrymaking.I must remain vigilant.
From the size of their silver mobile trolley,not much was being taken with the Dagworts. Pendragon says it is a holder for a tent,common to regular campers, who lack a purpose built storage vehicle.

Poor Mimsey.
I hope she is not nurturing thoughts of a romantic weekend under the stars,or rather ,under four poles and an old striped blanket,as I fear her dreams are about to be crushed. My good friend, Hazey Dillfoot, spent her first night with an ardent lover,in a shelter such as this, and four hours of constant precipitation,soon knocked the blistering heat out of that blossoming relationship.Sadly it never recovered. Mimsey may never recover,as wandering beasts in the night are oft times attracted to such structures,and take a predilection to storming the poles,or running amok with the covering material.

Poor Mimsey.
I must watch for their return,as she may need the comforting only a good neighbour can give.

I am going to be busy tomorrow,however. At last I am beginning my work with the Elven Theatricals in Metropolis. I am to meet with the company on Sunday afternoon,and begin some workshops devising scenes for the final production.It promises to be an enthralling piece, full of love,and duty, of revolution,and power, stealth and argument, contrition and devastation. A piece set in times of the Ancients,when they did not seem to have too much else to do apart from rampage and storm. Not too many laughs then, I would think,unless the rest of the cast are particularly entertaining. Pendragon will join me after my workshop,so we can take in a favourite coffee house and share the afternoon's tales.

My life is certainly busying up. There are lots of activities now in the offing. My theatrical piece, a week of art work in July, my new role with the Daily Scandal,starting in a few weeks, preparing for our betrothal,and visiting Dingley Dell Academy to present some awards next week.

However will I manage to find the time to do all of this, and keep a weather eye on the errant natures of all my neighbours, sweet talk my beautiful Backyard Boys, trim the lively wisteria,keep the home fires tastefully burning for Pendragon,and cock a snook at street corner toerags and other folks' red-necked husbands. What a woman I am ! No doubt I will only have the steely jaw and stout heart of my forefathers to fall back upon,but it should suffice.

A beautiful Saturday to you all, my dear and true friends. May all YOUR fences be fixed,and there be no slouch in YOUR palazzo pants. Life is for living, fun for the taking, let no minute be wasted in unnecessary assessment of the minutes passed. From Amarantha Willow,the Rainbow Faery.