Posts tagged ‘Rose Wood’

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.

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June 17, 2012

Father’s Day

by 3arn0wl

& Fr. Jamesbrother came to visit.  They reminisced about their late father and had crumpets for tea.

Poppy’s nipped over to di godfather’s with her kid.  He’s asked her to sit for him.

Justin Case gave his granddad the pole tacks he’d found whilst panning in the Bredy last Tuesday.

Rose Wood presented Dawn Redwood to her father.  He really wasn’t expecting a family tree.

And as Lord Rupert ascended the staircase in the Great Hall, he admired once more each of the paintings of his …. …..!

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 ….. …….!

March 18, 2012

10 mile deep and a foot wide

by 3arn0wl

It had started with breakfast in bed:  an overrated act of love in her opinion as she always managed to embed the toasted breadcrumbs deep down in the sheets.

It continued at the Hallowed Prostitute, where posies had been doled out to any female over the age of consent.

And then in the Flying Pig, where free puddings were lavished upon childbearing hips of all ages.

But she’d had enough by the time she was given free choice of DVD for the afternoon’s entertainment, opting instead for a gentle walk around Snodding Estate.

Holly Wood just wished that the lengths of the depth and width of Mother’s Day were turned the other way round!

March 1, 2012

Cenhinen a Cenhinen Pedr 

by 3arn0wl

Many considered Millie Boinet quite courageous for daring to don her stovepipe hat regardless of the taunts she knew she’d attract.  Justin thought the design of tessellating leeks and daffodils was simply wonderful.

The children of Little Sniffy CofE Primary School were busy digging up leeks from the school gardens,  ready for a special lunchRose Wood thought the daffodils looked really pretty too,  so she picked some to put on the dinner tables.

And Inspector Force caught Garry Baldie red handed in the allotments, taking a leek.  I wonder what Percy will make of that!

February 20, 2012

Midnight reveries

by 3arn0wl

Perhaps the last night of the half term holiday was not the best time for a sleepover,  but Grace Merryweather and Rose Wood had a brilliant time!  They told stories and listened to music,  they danced and sang and talked about their god: Justin Bieber. They baked chocolate coconut squares, and then scoffed them with crisps at midnight.  And they made garlands of paper flowers,  with which they adorned each other.

Meanwhile, having heard some highly disturbing noises whilst walking in the Estate’s arboretum, Simon shinned up a bael tree,  where he stayed until dawn,  picking off the leaves and praying for salvation.

February 11, 2012

Those were the days…

by 3arn0wl

The Little Sniffy kids were sent home from school with a half term task yesterday: to find out from their grandparents what “the olden days” were like.

William’s granddad said it was no good asking him, because he couldn’t remember much of what had happened in the 60s.

Rose Wood’s nanna said she was a suffragette – burnt her bra long before those Americans did and streaked across Becher’s Brook at the Grand National.

And Harry’s grandfather spun a very fetching yarn about how he’d fought during the war at Battle.

Hmmm.