Posts tagged ‘Rosie Barriclough’

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

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June 23, 2012

Scrum-P with Rosie

by 3arn0wl

Rub a dub dub
She sat in the pub
Enjoying Lord Rupert’s Rosé!
Tom Bell grabbed a cider,
Sidled up beside her
And frightened poor Rosie away.

May 26, 2012

New directions

by 3arn0wl

Chorley University undergraduate, Ali Moany, is studying for the bar.  She decided to make the most of the glorious weather and took the Blue Riband along the recently completed extension to Upper Snodding. From there she walked up to the trig point way above Winskill with her tablet and spent the day reading.

Rosie Barriclough’s decree absolute plopped through the door,  somewhat ironically.  She went for a walk to clear her mixed emotions.

And Percy, weighed down by the judgement he’d been considering for some time, decided to don his Chauhan’s boots and amble up the hill for some fresh air.

May 5, 2012

Taste

by 3arn0wl

The makeover of 12A Church Street carries on apace.  Rosie Barriclough’s:

  • had the wiring redone,

And as she sat on her sofa, pouring herself a cup of tea, she admired again that magnificent dragon she’d commissioned from Gerry Wainwright.

She’ll be out later, as usual – under the benevolent gaze of the biggest full moon of the year – ladling soup and doling out cobs to the homeless of Chorley (and humming tunes to herself).

April 6, 2012

When is a door not a door?

by 3arn0wl

Rosie Barriclough’s taking advantage of a few days off to do some decorating.  That shade of red she’s painting on those doorjambs is a bit racy though.

Cook Cakes’ reserves of mango chutney and cranberry sauce appear to be severely depleted.  High time to boil up some more.  If only she could find some jars.

And Ravi Chauhan’s on his way to the wildlife sanctuary – apparently a very rare monkey’s just been born.  He’s stuck in a jam on the A440 though – a Robertson’s lorry’s overturned and shed its load. …..!

March 12, 2012

Arrivals

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.

February 12, 2012

…or not 2B

by 3arn0wl

Granny Smith was left waiting out in the cold for a long time yesterday morning as the usually punctual 2B failed to turn up: either it had broken down, or it’d got stuck in the snow. Whatever the reason, it was highly inconvenient, for Saturday is ‘shopping day’, and any break with routine is unthinkable.

Eventually Ellie Vator stopped and offered her a lift, for which she was grateful.

The fruit & veg stalls plundered and the Sunday roast acquired,  she popped into Daley Bread, where she happened to meet Jonathan Macintosh.  He offered her a lift home in the Russett coloured Fiesta.

It wasn’t 2B though,  because Rosie Barriclough came along in the post bus.