July 8, 2012

Come let us sing…

by 3arn0wl

There’s a recording of Songs of PraiseSt. Nick’s today, with the Poppleton Chamber Orchestra and Choir.

A pantechnicon of an outside broadcasting unit sits outside the Minster, faithfully recording every reverberating sound.

Hezza Pratt’s in his element, standing at the fulcrum of the musical forces, baton twirling.

And the faithful have been safely gathered in to sing their favourites.  What would they choose?

Well, of course Babababababra-ann chose All things bright and beautiful;

Paul King went for Guide me! O thou great redeemer; and

Prue Vidor requested Lead us Heavenly Father, lead us.

But everyone thought Emily Appleby was simply bragging when she suggested … …. .. …. .. …….. ..!

July 7, 2012

Amazing Grace

by 3arn0wl

It was some time, and a fair distance, before Wendy & Murray Merryweather realised.

What with the mayhem and confusion associated with transporting a young family and their friends, it’s hardly surprising that they hadn’t noticed that their eldest daughter, Grace (8), wasn’t with them.

Hastily turning their people-carrier around, they traced their steps back from the Poppleton ring road to Gawthrop Farm, Little Sniffy. They went to the llama field – her favourite. No, she wasn’t there. They looked around the sheep enclosure, but no, she wasn’t there either. Nor was she picking fruit or spinning wool. So, once more into the Maize Maze they went.

It was probably closer to half an hour before they found her, sitting crossed-legged, right at the centre, a seraphic smile on her face, having conquered the labyrinthine vortex.

But find her they did, and their prodigal daughter was handsomely compensated with chocolate ice cream.

July 6, 2012

Come on Andy!

by 3arn0wl

Andy wanted a hand in Winskill,  and so he’d decided he’d fit the kitchen.

Admittedly he was coming at the sink from an unusual angle,  but thinking he was turning the nuts counter-clockwise,  he’d spent the best part of an hour tightening them! :/

Poppy phoned di godfather, but he said that Gerry was busy forging at the moment and so couldn’t do any counter fitting.

However!  Just at that moment Phil Anyould appeared (sporting a chicken under his arm)  to deliver a tray of eggs.  And during this rather strange hen-counter,  he stuck his head under the sink,  to give handy Andy a handy.

July 5, 2012

“THIS IS A STICK UP”

by 3arn0wl

The steaks were high as Inspector Force and Sgt. John Constable charged to Le Bonk earlier this morning.

Poker faced,  they interrogated every inch of the interior for one-armed bandits,  but all they found was a shard from a broken straight edge on the table.

Apparently the teller had inadvertently hit the jackpot panic button as he’d bent over to pick up the pen he’d dropped.

On hearing all the commotion, Michelle Biskup came down and remarked, “This is a bank, not a casino you know!”

July 4, 2012

July 4th

by 3arn0wl

is Independents’ Day in Poppleton!

Gaia Daley was offering complimentary toast for breakfast;

There’s a free screening this afternoon @ the Picturehouse;

And a digestif on the house @ the Dew Drop Inn after dinner.

But,  perhaps most excitingly of all,  throughout the day Fred’s Treads are having a car boot sale!

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July 3, 2012

His stars were in alignment

by 3arn0wl

Tom Bell happened to pick up an errant stick in Poppleton Park and was immediately enslaved. The Devine-ing Rod didn’t lead him towards the flowing waters of the Burbling though,  but on the path to Poppleton’s boutiques.

Meanwhile Gloria Moore née Devine was scouting for a Summer wardrobe, and had picked out a number of possibles from the racks.  As she went to try them on,  she must’ve taken a wrong turning,  since she somehow ended up in the shop window.  Not realising her error however,  she started to disrobe.

Indeed it’s such serendipity that meant our keen astronomer got an excellent sighting of the Glorious full moon.

July 2, 2012

On Balance

by 3arn0wl

The scholars at the Little Sniffy CofE Primary School are studying averages.   They’ve worked out that June is the median month,  that today is the median day of the year,  and most excitingly of all,  that the most important moment in this portentous day is in a few minutes:  lunch time!

Meanwhile @ Poppleton High Murray Merryweather seized the moment to pivot to balancing loads.  Taking his classes outside,  he got the Year 8s on seesaws,  measuring where they had to sit on the pivot to balance.  Some saw it as an end of year doss lesson, but Oli and Justin enjoyed it.

Today’s a turning point for lorry driver Ray Burns too.  No more seemingly impossible reversing maneuvers with the tanker,  he’s been head-hunted to join a think tank.

And the twins?  Well Janus-like: Rose continues to look back at her ancestry,  whilst Evan looks forward to the new season with the Chorley Wanderers:  he’s joined their youth squad.