It had to be done.
The Sound of Music Through The Square Window relaunched this lunchtime, with Julie Andrews’ dulcet tones echoing around the village, closely followed by Dolly Parton’s Here You Come Again, dedicated to England’s second lockdown.
As the laptop failed to connect to the speakers just before the clock struck one, I actually felt sick, the butterflies doing flittering somersaults in my stomach as if I were just about to go on stage at Wembley.
But all was well and, when I managed to compose myself, I could see Mrs Plum across the road, waving from the upstairs window of the pub, and Ding Dong Daddy and his wife strolling down the street with their new puppy.
Nobby Odd Job and Mr and Mrs Dixon came down to the village green for a dance and a wave and then Mr and Mrs Prayer and their dog walked up the street, closely followed by Bing and Muriel and their two pooches.
‘You didn’t announce it on Facebook,’ Mrs Prayer shouted up to me in the window. ‘I didn’t know you were going to do it again.
‘And then we were up on the playing field and I said to Mr Prayer, “I can hear The Sound of Music“…’
I told her I’d decided against any advance warning in case I got a brick through the window, preferring, instead, a slow-build up once word-of-mouth spreads.
Afterwards, me with a warm glow that all had gone well, we had a call from Mr Costner, the manager of the village shop, to say were we missing a dog as one of ours had just run past him.
A quick check revealed that Mr Grigg had left the back door into the garden open and Arty had escaped.
I opened the front door and she came running down the path from the church. Apologies to the vicar if she finds a pile of poo the size of a small pony’s. I can’t get out to clean it up because I’m in quarantine, although we’re both being allowed out this afternoon for our flu jabs.
At least it gets Mr Grigg out of the doghouse.
Love Maddie x