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Saturday, December 24

Merry Costumes of a Bathing Nature

Hello my little 1st editions of something exciting!
I am dreading the arrival of my sister Aunt Bench, and her strange and rather calamitous daughter Folly.  The last time Folly stayed, she played with some cotton reels and powerful explosives in the garden and blew her own feet off.  You see why I am vexed. Aunt Bench is no better, still single, she is frustrated at the lack of communication from a certain member of the Toad Sexing Society.  She is moping about with a face like a dropped pie.  I am humbug personified.

So I decided to descend down the track in my new abode to the Temple where there is some sort of local event going on.  A swimming event. Who knew in the rolling beautiful hills of Gloucestershire there was so much myth and magic?
Apparently, the custom in Clapton St. Mandrill is that on Christmas Eve, every eligible belle in the village dons a dreadful brown knitted swimming costume and endeavours to dive into the lake and fish out another contestants husband who is tethered to the lake bed.  Each have a card with a number that correlates to the man underwater.  The curiosity is, this competition is madly popular with women who've struggled to get a divorce.  And all the contestants seem to get on so well. They can't be very good at what they do, as no men were retrieved.  Until that is, by a coroner a few hours later. It is said by locals that the women divers are Witches, and spend time spitting brandy into fires and throwing coffee mate into the flames for that magical puff effect.  I must find out where they drink...


This is the photo of Lord Admiral Butt-McCracken telling the authorities to keep away for their own safety.  The power of these women was so strong that one man, 50 miles away suffered a fit sudden onset laughing death.  Another just cacked himself. One decided to exit his car on the M5 and lie down.  He is now entirely flat.
The moral of this story is clear, never, ever, fuck with a woman in a brown knitted bathing costume.  It may cost you your life, or your bits and bobs.
Right, my cherry pips, I'm off to feed the bats and tuck the toads into bed.  Enjoy Christmas, don't drink too much nettle wine, and go careful on the wattle yeast.

5 comments:

  1. Aunt B, again an inspirational read.. And also very informative! Only yesterday did I end up sat on a bench polishing my universal telepathy cone, when alone came strutting a bell in a brown bathing costume!! I now know I had a lucky escape, but yesterday I could have easily succumbed to the devilish ways of the wizardry!!! Damn and blast, fair warning have now been giveth, I shall no longer seek women of the comfort sector! Always seeking your advise, I shall continue my reading of your great insight and omen noticing.. Blessed are the toad carers!

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  2. What a narrow escape I have had! I'm sure I can remember a dreadful knitted bathing costume way back in my life. Hopefully it wasn't brown. Take good care of the toads and have a lovely Christmas.

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  3. شركة المثالية للتنظيف - المثالية للتنظيف بالمنطقة الشرقية تسعد بتقديم خدماتها المتميزة للتنظيف ومكافحة الحشرات بالمنطقة الشرقية فتعد الشركة المثالية للتنظيف بالدمام والخبر والقطيف والجبيل والاحساء وسيهات وجدة
    اتصل الان واحصل علي خدمات شركة المثالية بخصم 50% لجميع خدماتها الاتية

    المثالية للتنظيف
    شركة المثالية للتنظيف بالدمام
    شركة المثالية للتنظيف بالخبر
    شركة المثالية للتنظيف بالجبيل

    المثالية
    شركة المثالية للتنظيف بالاحساء
    شركة المثالية للتنظيف بالقطيف

    اذا اردتم التعامل مع شركة المثالية للنظافة الشاملة بالمنطقة الشرقية تواصلوا معنا علي وسوف تحصلون علي خدمة لائقة باسعار مناسبة فتعد اسعار المثالية للتنظيف رخيصة ومناسبة لجميع عملائه

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