Posts tagged ‘Little Sniffy’

July 12, 2012

What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put a-sounder.

by 3arn0wl

Wendy and Murray are celebrating their 12th wedding anniversary.  The family have gone for meal at the Flying PigGrace is happily occupied – busily sculpting every scrap of paper she can find and continues to fold the pink napkin that Fiona places in her lap.

By the time the food arrived it was too late!  The table had been turned into a pigsty.  And Grace Merryweather had landed herself a part-time job!

July 9, 2012

On your marks

by 3arn0wl

Mrs. M.P. Robinson demonstrated her supreme command of the whistle again earlier today @ the Little Sniffy CofE Primary School’s Sports Day.  School Secretary,  Gloria Moore née Devine relegated,  as usual,  to the position of impartial scorer.

A handsome crowd came in their finest to offer support and vocal encouragement to their little darlings, except for Rosie Barrieclough, who arrived wearing an extra-large T-shirt and leggings – thereby bagging first prize in the Sack Race.

Rather unfairly, in many observer’s eyes, Noah Wan entered his limb-deficient whippet for the 3 Legged Race, but justice was seen to be done as Thunder espied a rabbit,  and chased that instead.  In the end, Ella Miller and the vicar came first.  Together.

The Egg & Spoon Race was, as usual, owned by Cook Cakes, who can whip up a custard faster than anyone.

And everyone participated in the backward running race, .ɘƨɿɘvɘɿ ni ǫniʜƚ ɘloʜw ɘʜƚ nɒɿ-ɘɿ bnɒ

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 1, 2012

An act of God?

by 3arn0wl

The vicar’s overslept again!

Awoken by the sound of the church bells summoning the faithful to matins,  he jumped out of bed on the wrong side and,  unthinkingly,  donned his wife’s trousers before dashing to the service.

Half way through the second hymn he groped under his cassock, looking for his sermon notes which he remembered putting in his slacks, only to realise the enormity of his predicament. Fumbling frantically,  he found a pencil,  a half filled balloon,  a stick of chalk and a nail.

And thus it was that he was able to improvise a sermon based on Psalm 8 vs 4, in place of the Dangers of robbing Peter to pay Paul one that he’d planned.

June 8, 2012

Teaming

by 3arn0wl

Perhaps it was the imploring of the gorilla’s sweet peas forming the words “Pick us! Pick us!”

Maybe it was the delights of Angela Anyould’s garden.

Could it’ve been Mrs. M.P. Robinson’s stirling work with the Little Sniffy CofE Primary School’s vegetable patch?

Or Tim Panini’s efforts with hanging baskets and tubsthe Flying Pig?

Whatever the reason, Little Sniffy is looking particularly pretty, and definitely deserves the accolade of Best Kept Village.

June 3, 2012

a-pealing

by 3arn0wl

On the rare occasion that Angela Anyould opens her gardens to the public, they flock to:

  • photograph the flowers of her walled garden;
  • surreptitiously help themselves in her fruit & vegetable patch.

The W.I. were out in force with their cakes and preserves, and there were seeds and plants and produce on sale too.

And so, to the accompaniment of Bob and the team ringing a quarter peal for the Diamond Jubilee,  it was lovely to wander round Glebe Farm’s pretty gardens.

But not all the visitors were welcome!  Angela almost lost her rag when Rambeau and his mates turned up.

It’s a good job Amos’s there. He’ll get it sorted!

June 1, 2012

Ne’er cast a clout till May be out

by 3arn0wl

Rose Wood had become enthralled by Mrs. M.P. Robinson’s latest project at the Little Sniffy CofE Primary School.

Up in the attic she’d found King James’ bible, and having blown the dust off it, she opened it up to discover a world of Elders, going back generations. And against each of their names,  they’d given their trade:  coppiceman, carpenter, thatcher…

She sat on the grass beside the mayblossom for hours and was transported into their worlds.

Evan rolled his eyes and observed that she was away with the fairies again.  All this talk of ancestors made his brain hurt…

…Perhaps he’s got a ….. …….!