Sophie's Blog

I have had a mixed weekend; it started positively, with a trip to the river with Dexter to take photos for the blog. This quickly deteriorated when I was the victim of assault and attempted murder when he tried to drown me!! I was enjoying an extended paddle in the deep part of the river below the bridge when his person, usually a great supporter of mine, chucked his float on top of me. Before I could work out what was happening he landed on top of me also. Even the great Ian Thorpe would have struggled to survive this onslaught, I understandably sank. I have fortunately experienced total submersion in the past and managed to disentangle myself and successfully, if rather waterlogged, reached the safety of the bank. The assembled personage thought my difficulties highly diverting. Were they quite mad?

It has been a strange bank holiday; really he has spent most of his time working; I have of course been willing to sit on my window sill supervising. We ventured out to Springfield’s (we have discussed before that this is a shopping mall that has been built on the spring fields.) She shopped while we walked along the river, this was fabulous, just me and Him and a selection from my new tennis ball collection; for him to throw and me to chase and no moaning person with us; absolute bliss. What could possibly go wrong? Well the weather threw a wobbly. The sharp wind rustled up rain clouds from nowhere, they pelted us with hail; his much loved golf umbrella, a constant companion in adverse weather, folded inside out and died. However, he did not let this deter us from completing our walk (after all if he went back early he would have to join in the shopping!). so after a very enjoyable and entertaining walk he kindly placed me back in the car with water and a nice piece of Tripe to sustain me and then he went in search of the missing her; who was not answering the mobile as usual. She was eventually rounded up; I spied them coming across the car park he was, as expected, loaded up with her shopping. So, the May bank holiday passed as if it was an ordinary weekend, with none of the usual trips to my favourite of places Holkham, which is the norm on a long weekend. I can only dream of the miles and miles of golden sands.

A small snippet of newsy gossip; apparently she has heard it on the grapevine that Alan Duncan, our Conservative candidate in our ultra safe Conservative seat, was in the village last week canvassing. He was perhaps fortunate that he did not get to speak with my scribe, there might have been what we will call a ‘Mrs Duffy moment!’ (Mrs Duffy is the lady that so famously had a very pleasant discussion with Gordon Brown who then introduced us to the world of the gaff). With only two days now before, what she calls, Election Day, no one seems terribly excited. Perhaps because nothing is really going to change, whoever arrives in number ten; we will still be a village, with no school, no pub, an unenforceable speed limit, no designated dog bin and the highest council tax in the country, plus a remarkably slow broadband connection (our download speed managed a snail busting 15K over the weekend (interestingly he had to explain the kilo byte designation to a BT canvasser last week as she only worked in Mega bytes, needless to say they did not gain a returning customer on this occasion).

I am of course

La Grande Sophie

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