I managed to fix the dodgy connection on my speakers today by jiggling the lead about a bit and supporting it with The Little Book of Feng Sui.
It worked, which proves to me there must be something in Feng Sui, if I ever doubted it.
The chosen track was a modern disco number by the scrumptious Kylie Minogue, requested by Mrs Remington, who came down to the square in lovely cloche hat and dancing boots.
There was waving from windows, a dance routine on the pavement, and then, just as I turned my back to adjust the sound levels, an impromptu football match kicked off between Mrs Remington, Mr Grigg and Eddie Large.
‘I found the ball in a hedge,’ Eddie said, as he passed it across the main road, having checked there was no traffic coming.
The funny thing is, if children had done the same thing, there would have been the familiar grumpy cries of ‘bloody kids’ but it’s as if everyone has all gone a little bit de-mob happy.
We can all see an end to this dreadful virus. It’s just around the corner. We can smell it, taste it, feel it, touch it.
But we need to be steady Eddies. We’re not out of the woods quite yet.
This year, it’s going to be a very odd Christmas. We’re just going to have to put up with it unless we want months and months and months of more misery.
Love, Maddie x