The Primpoles at number six really are the strangest couple to be living next door to. I sped back from my appointment with the Faery Physio,tackled an hour's top-up shopping at the Supermercantile and couldn't wait to get home to my toadstool haven due to the constant deluge of rain. Flood warnings were being given on the electronic picture box and the listening machine,folk were being told to stay indoors to avoid problems, and everywhere the weather was keeping regular activities to a minimum.
But what were the Primpoles doing ?
Well, I have no idea where Severity was, but Weedy was in the front garden with his high power washer (in the height of the precipitation) giving his front path and our mutual hedge,big licks.
I sailed up to our gate,and could not believe what I was seeing.
They had also dislodged their four-wheeled motor toadstool from its usual moorings by the motor carriage holders,and plonked it in front of our gate. For the past four days they have been preparing their mobile toadstool for something. Pulling stuff out,putting stuff in, polishing the windows, cleaning the metal fittings, and yet showing no sign of actually going anywhere.
Today,may be the day.
Once inside, I could not help but be glued to the front window so eccentric was his progress. Weedy got fed up after half an hour and turned his power hose on the mobile toadstool ,splashing it and everything in sight with gallons of valuable aquatic resource. It is an absolute wonder that our fence is still standing after this mighty soaking. The machine made such a noise,between a grunt and a roar that I feared if I made any move to go into the front garden, I might be sucked up with the soapy suds. He was like a small sprite with a new water pistol. And we all know how dangerous they can be if they find a moving target.
I doubt if Pendragon is going to be too pleased,as Weedy has unknowingly pushed all the dirt,and grime and rotting vegetation which was lying under the hedge, through to our side. It has dispersed itself to various vantage points on our lawn.Penders will not be thrilled to see that the space which he spends time every weekend clearing up ,is now littered with composting waste.
Weedy has stopped for the moment ,and left his power tool on the path. The shrill call of Severity from inside number six,caused a fast action response,and he beetled indoors to do her biddding. Whether he will resume his devastation remains unclear, but I just hope Pendragon does not arrive home while he is power washing,or he may either be swept down to the next street or disappear altogether in a tidal wave of lavender scented foam.(even from inside our stately toadstool ,my nostril detectors are very keen. )
This is a situation which must be monitored over the next few hours. If I spot Pendragon leaving the tram,from my back window,I need to run at top speed to the Backyard gate,and drag him inside from there.He will either think I am in a state of high emergency, or that my desire for him has risen to new levels . I will have to let him down gently on both counts, at least till after supper.
I am going to spend some time tonight packing for the weekend,and going over my notes for my meeting with Portamus tomorrow. I have jotted down ideas for interviews and for topics for my new weekly column.
I have managed already to pick up a few bits of gossip from my trips down to the village,,and they are juicy enough to make Portamus's elven ears waggle. I have also gathered information about some forthcoming local events,and noted some key contacts for them. I hope Portamus will feel I am making a very professional stab at the job. My column will only be once per week,but will be full page ,and receive pre-advertising throughout the week.I have even heard some talk that I am to be given an assistant. I hope this is more than a rumour,as working as part of a small team could be very rewarding.
I may need to keep this rumour going myself,until I am sure it has reached Portamus's hearing,and then act surprised if he raises it.
Saturday's audition is looming large. I am ready,I know my lines,so I hope my nerve will hold. I really want to do my best. The relevant outfit has not become clear yet, but I will spend some time on it tomorrow. And then ,my success will just be down to how well I perform. And a few crossed fingers,and touching of wood. We will hopefully be celebrating later, with our visit to the opera, and a Mediterranean beanfeast.
Wish me luck tomorrow, my well-meaning pals, and I shall surely win through.
Wish me luck for Saturday too and I shall surely be blessed twice over.
Wishing you blue skies and rainbows tomorrow,as this would be a gift I would truly love to bestow.
From Amarantha Willow,friend to the stars, and Diva in the making, your very own Rainbow Faery.
