It is the May Day bank holiday weekend here in The Enchanted Village. And, appropriately for Labour Day, there is lots of work going on.
The pub is bursting at the seams, with people even from My Kind of Town venturing out for good pub grub and a cheery welcome from our new landlady. In the kitchen, The Pub Landlord is slaving away and will reward himself at the end of the evening with a nice sit down on a tiny stool behind the bar, with only the top of his head on view to the punters.
Next door, the Champagne-Charlies are out in force, hoeing and raking the garden prior to an official visit by the outlaws. Bubbles is trimming a bush with an electric bush trimmer she got from the Innovations catalogue.
The Fragrant Mrs Putter sits down for an M&S meal for one in front of a roaring fire, with a glass of bubbly in one hand and the remote control in the other.
Down the road, MDF Man, fresh from a night out with Posh Totty, puts on a fine spread of cheese, bread, pickles and roast potatoes cooked in goose fat as he and Nobby Odd-Job snuggle down to watch the FA Cup final.
The sound of musicians practising for The Enchanted Village's Diamond Jubilee celebrations fills the air and Tuppence hits a high C.
The bronze nymph who welcomes visitors to the village still has her coat on but will soon be unveiled once the danger of frost is past. She is preparing for a Geri Halliwell-style makeover, with a Union Jack mini-dress or maybe a bikini waiting in the wings for the Jubilee.
Meanwhile, Mr Grigg is off up to the playing field to mow the grass, only to find that Bellows has got there first. They talk about their football team, Bristol City, before Mr Grigg comes back to show off his new £20 wetsuit to Champagne Charlie. This bargain piece of clothing was from Lidl, so I am relieved it has the requisite number of holes for arms and legs.
Just another day in The Enchanted Village.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x