A young man in a suit supervises the children in their pretty dresses and best trousers. They screech around the village green, jumping on and off swings, rattling through the play fort and whizzing down the slide. The bells ring out across the square and the sun beats down as people go to the shop for their papers and lottery tickets while guests in their glad rags get out from their cars to go to church.
A village wedding, and everyone has a spring in their step.
Super Mario paints the outside of the shop, where the 'for sale' sign still hangs ominously on the corner. Mr Grigg and Mr Loggins drive by with Nobby Odd-Job's trailer, fetching bits of wood from the Love Shack demolition site. At the village pump, the long-lost figure of Larry the Landlord, now in exile in Sherborne, gossips with Ding Dong Daddy, he of the Imagined Village fame. Ding Dong's arms flail around wildly as if he is an orchestra conductor.
In the evening, a safari supper around six houses, a gastronomic tour of the village where, as well as good food, we discover secret gardens and staircases.
This morning, a lie-in and two freshly-gutted rabbits in a bag on the doorstep. It's been a good weekend. How was yours?
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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