Posts tagged ‘Mrs. M.P. Robinson’

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

June 8, 2012


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 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 ….. …….!

May 28, 2012

Making the little things count

by 3arn0wl

Mrs. M.P. Robinson had the pupils out on the playing field at the Little Sniffy CofE Primary School this morning.

It was an odd sort of sport though!  Each of them was provided with a ½ m2  picture frame, which they placed on the ground and counted each of the blades of grass in the picture.  From that they worked out how many blades of grass there were on the playing field.

In the afternoon they went on to prove their estimation to be correct regarding how many Mrs. M.P. Robinsons they could stuff into the caretaker’s cupboard! :/

April 24, 2012

When I survey…

by 3arn0wl
  • Alistair Crookes had been sitting in his fields, quietly keeping watch over his flock
  • Harry Driver’s cows were standing idly by, nonchalantly nomming on the cud and,

Nice to see the inhabitants observing Stationery Day so dutifully.

April 23, 2012

“Once more into them breeches, dear friends, once more”

by 3arn0wl

Evan Wood didn’t like the costume very much, and wasn’t entirely convinced it was historically accurate, but Mrs. M.P. Robinson had insisted.

He didn’t like the fact that he had to snog that new French girl, Katherine, at the end either. Yeah so she was only the prettiest girl in school, and Harry was dead jealous cus he fancies her. But kissing a girl?  YUK!!  And in front of an audience!  The sheer embarrassment of it.

In fact, the only reason he’d agreed to do it was cus there was lots of fighting in it. And the English were going to beat the French even if they were the underdogs.  Oh and yeah, the bloke he was playing was kinda cool.

So “FOR HARRY, ENGLAND” on St. George’s Day.  Basically!

March 12, 2012


by 3arn0wl

Juan Mann noticed that the hawthorn had joined the daffodils in delivering their Springtime splendour.

Alistair Crookes has been keeping watch over his flock by night,  and taking delivery of the first lambs of the season.

Rosie Barriclough’s been out delivering cards, letters and packages.  There’s a big one for Jenny Darling. 😉

Mrs. M.P. Robinson’s Hedge Fund has been significantly augmented with the arrival of six million trees to plant.

And the Dew Drop Inn is once again fully booked, welcoming guests for a comfortable stay.   The region is teeming with visitors eager to see the standing stones,  the castle,  the Biscuit Line and Lord Rupert’s Pile.