Disconnected jottings by the Rector of "The Saints" in rural north-east Suffolk, England.
Saturday, 14 May 2011
I may be silent ....
... for 'tis a Croquet weekend, and whilst all is quiet on this Blog, the sounds from the garden are far from subdued. I have warned the neighbours and apologised for the language!
Ah! Croquet. The "clock" of wood against cork, the sipping of Pimms, the munching of small sandwiches, and the doubting that the opponent's parents were married.
I thought it was the Mormon Parish outing.
ReplyDeleteAh! Croquet. The "clock" of wood against cork, the sipping of Pimms, the munching of small sandwiches, and the doubting that the opponent's parents were married.
ReplyDeleteGood grief, T ... were you hiding in the shrubbery?
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