Have a cuppa with Shirley (or Martin)
Oh, come on in and have a
cuppa. I'm rushed off my feet. It never rains
but it pours. Not that you're not very welcome. I've got John out in the garden, trying to
cheer up his granddad. He's at University, you know and staying here for the summer.
And he's got every right to do so, though that's another story. Poor Martin is besides
himself right now. He's barely speaking. Tinsley's dad, the silly old fool, went and
picked his prize-winning Tennis Ball lettuce. He's just like his son, never a moment's
thought for other people's feelings. Two peas in a pod they are.
Have you heard what's going on at the Church? The Reverend Banks has got them sponsoring a beer at the Village Idiot. Well it's not right, is it? Not that I have time for going to the pub with all I have going on here, or going to the church for that matter. Martin pops in now and again, the pub that is, not the church.
I know that Frank Churchill used to like his beer too, but he seems to be coming out of his shell, now he's got that young student around him. I don't know what she sees in him, quite frankly, all skin and bone he is. She come in here the other day and tells me the house is going virtual, "I'm putting it on the web" she says. Right, I said, and I'll make dinner with Martin's virtual vegetables. It's all nonsense really, isn't it? Well mouths to feed, its almost getting busy in here. Still I must say it's let me earn a few pennies. I've got another one of those plates for sale, Jerry would be proud of me. Let's just have a cup a tea and then I'll get started.