Well quite a lot to tell you today about the past week.
Last weekend was a big affair in the life of many if the residents of that centre of all things good in the known world, Frisby-on-the-Wreake.
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It was open gardens weekend! And we actually managed to get through it without any of the committee physically assaulting and killing each other. Believe me it was a very close run thing at times. Everything you see, read and hear in fiction about village life is born out at times in Frisby. It is brilliant.
The weekend itself was great. It brought lots of visitors to the village. .
Who all seemed to have a lovely time. Over £7000 was raised. Tim and Linda, the new landlord and landlady at The Bell put on a barbecue and there were art exhibitions, teas, cocktails and a really good photographic exhibition in St Thomas' Church partly organised by Greavsie.
Greavsie is a too oft overlooked village hero. He was the founder of the village wine society from which so much has sprung. He and his wife, Sylvia are often seen around the village tramping the lanes. John is always four steps ahead of Sylvia and some people get very exercised about this. Personally I think Sylvia is a very, very intelligent woman for one reason.
Landmines.
My favourite story though was about an old man who turned up late in our garden. He was 94. We know he was 94 because he told us and I have no reason to doubt him With him came his family - they were no spring chickens themselves and the slope on our drive nearly finished them off. He said to his daughter, with a gleam in his eye, "Tell them what I do" She opened her mouth to speak, "I dig holes" he interjected. "I dig holes in the lawn with an adze."
"He does", she said. "I have to fill them in."
"Bet you don't know what an adze is."
We duly produced our adze.
The nonagenarian was very impressed. "Do you want to sell it?"
"NO" came his daughter's response before gathering him up and whisking him away.
Weekly readers may remembeer me waxing lyrical in my last posting about my time working as a butler for the band "Journey". They fixed me up for some VIP tickets for the Sunday night show at the LG Arena at the NEC. The whole thing was great. We were taken in to see the band before the show and they gave me a cheer! I was quite overcome! Jack and I had our picture taken with them.
That's me between Arnel the singer and Ross the bassist, whilst Jack is between Jonathan the keyboards player and Dean the fabulous drummer. I think Dean's solo number was the highlight of the show for me. In the middle is Neal. His guitar playing was stupendous!
We were backstage to see the start of the support band, Foreigner and then caught most of their set from our brilliant seats - we didn't have to watch it on the big screen we were so close!
Journey's set was fabulous and we all left very happy bunnies.
Well I have a marquee wedding at Burghley Park today. I've not been a Toastmaster at too many Marquee weddings. We shall see how it goes!
Live Long and be Toastmastered.
