The last two days have been punctuated by my rushing to and fro,and my having little time to communicate with my friends on my electronic box. I have had to journey on both days to Brigantia,for different reasons. Yesterday I had to collect mail and check out my former toadstool home,and today I had to visit the Geldhouse there,and review possible used parchment buys.
The bridge to Brigantia was very busy,and as I ventured to join the happy bunch of elven travellers already crossing,I noticed a huge fog coming down over the bridge. Before long I was driving very slowly and carefully to stay safe in my little fog bubble.
On the other side the fog cleared quickly and I soon found myself parking my little red motor carriage,and heading off for my first acorn coffee of the day. I sipped it slowly and planned the rest of my morning.
I arrived at the geldteller's window,with all my notes ready to present,so that he could transfer some funds for me ,back to another account. He was tall and dark,and very efficient,and within five minutes my geld business was sorted,and I was back outside to find the rain drizzling down, and the fog redescending on Brigantia town centre.
I skirted round shops looking for used parchments worthy of my attention. I found twelve of them ,in very good condition,and not costing too much. I should make a fine profit from them in time.
We have a workman coming to carry out some repairs tomorrow,so I had some items to purchase for the repairs.
Not the prettiest of items but much needed at the moment.Firstly a new toilet seat,as much like the old one as possible.That means white tongue and groove,and in white wood. I am not sure how our old one is hanging off its hinges,but since Pendragon and I have no idea how it happenend, I can only blame Wally our house cuckoo.
Our woodland phone needs replaced thanks to a fault in the answer machine mechanism ,and in our back garden,I need my lines replaced for hanging up vestments to dry.
I found them all in the mercantiles of Brigantia,and almost gave myself blisters carrying them back to the motor carriage,they were so heavy. For the rest of the day I have occupied myself with home matters,washing, pressing vestments, tidying up my art materials from last week and just taking time to rest and take stock. I had a wonderful week last week,meeting new people,and developing my artistic skills. I really did see an improvement and Daedalus was so positive about my work.
I hope to find one day per week when I can devote some time to Art and Craft.
My work with the theatricals is also advancing. Sunday was all about characterisation,and our auditions will be in two weeks, not far away at all. I am a little nervous just thinking about it.
There is no reason why I should not do well ,but a little trepidation does no harm.
Pendragon seems to think we have more visitors living in our garden at the moment.He found a little black toad answering to the name of Arbuthnot,hopping around in the back garden,last week. An ugly little beast ,he said,one only a mother toad could love. But he was happy to let him find his way to wherever he wanted to go,as we never turn any living creature away. The Fearless Faery next door commented to me that she had seen signs that Bob the Bee was back too. Bob the Bee has been a frequent visitor to our flowers all summer ,and his ample cheeks and fully formed black and yellow body are testimony to his having found more than enough to eat. I found a pale lemon butterfly with tan brown spots hovering round the petunias and dahlias yesterday. She was very beautiful in a pale and delicate way. She did not stop to admire the flowers or pass the time of day, she drank with her long proboscis,and fluttered on her way.
I welcome them all,if they mean us no harm. There surely is enough nourishment for all.
The Primpoles were busy yesterday when I returned from my forage at the supermercantile. Weedy was up a ladder with a tree saw in his hand,grabbing handfuls of beech hedging and lopping it off. He did not seem to be fully in charge of the machine,as he kept having to stop and untangle himself from the cord. A little bit dangerous you might think ,with a fully working electric saw. I think he escaped without injury but I am keeping my eyes peeled for loose bits of Weedy's torso which may have become detached from their tubby moorings. Of course I will return anything I find, wrapped up in two plastic bags to avoid prying eyes.
That's if his own wildebeests don't find them first. I hardly think they will be so circumspect,or selfless in their attitude to a surprise meal of WEEDYBITS.
Magic moments in Lobelia Drive are never far away, and the most magical corner of all is the fifth toadstool from the left. With much love to you all,my friends ,from its owner, the fabulous Amarantha Willow,the Rainbow Faery.
