Phew, another day of madcap shenanigans and mayhem at the Purple Fosses, er I mean Towers, offices in Cesspit Cottages. Mr & Mrs Westerwitch went out at some ungodly hour this morning not to return until the tiny wee hours of the morn, leaving Matron and the Janitor to try and keep the cauldrons on a gentle simmer, attend to the smooth running of the fosses, and take care of the livestock in the grounds for the entire day.
As soon as the Westerwitches departed, the sheep ran into the woods and stood on their heads, chickens stole the skool sossages, owls gibbered, creepy crawlies escaped from the cauldron, and bats fluttered gaily about the kitchens attracted by Matron’s gin. The Janitor fell in the fosses which immediately overflowed, Matron whooped with joy, meanwhile the dogs decided to set up a blogsite of their very own, in their excitement creating about 90 new ones all over the www.
The Highlands internet connection, always clunky at the best of times failed miserably (small wonder after the dogs’ postings) leaving Matron quietly quacking with panic in a corner with a paper bag over her head, while the Janitor wasted loads and loads of time (and money) on the phone to BT trying to get it back again – oh the dread of it all, the little dears running haywire around Purple Towers unsupervised! What if someone got hurt, or fell off the bottom of the page and got lost, what if they all got locked out of the pearly purple gates – but never mind, Mousie is there, and Blossom, and all the sensible prefects, is Chief Patissier around for technical support?
Oh well while the internet connections have popped out of their sockets I may as well blog . . .
PS Hope you all like the earthy country connection of the title of this blog.
12 comments:
Excellent sheep bum! Hope all your problems have settled down now.
Love the picture! Of course I'd sort of realised the chances were you were Scottish, but now I have to imagine you witha Scottish accent, which I hadn'tbeen doing. Silly me.
I bet Miss Jean Brody didn't have to dealwith rampant sheep!
Erm, have to 'fess up here, don't have a particularly strong Scottish accent! Born and bred in Fife, but Circumstances prevailed . . .
Rampant sheep, rampant Bloggers, and a school to take care off , Crikey makes me feel lazy. Blossom x
l do live that picture, what l don't understand is that lambs seem to show the potential for greatness..and then they become sheep.......
moomintroll, i love moomintroll. should have put it on the list of my favourite books
Dear Lixtroll, A pat on the backs for you me thinks, for doing such wonderful things. Sheeps' Bum - absolute scream! Camilla.xxx
OHMIGOD sort of back - not as much as the sheep though. Cauldron has bubbled all over the skool sossages and the fleas are doing backstroke and standing on their heads. Purple towers in an uproar. A grey donkey and a shady nag it's rumoured have been seen trying to break into the grounds and scaring the Purplecoombes . . . . what is going on - one day I go away . . . one day . . . and all teh wine has vanished and a pool of melted chocolate has stuck all teh blogs together - and the will only be spelt teh. Off to join the Janitor - the contents of his bucket is all that's left to drink.
do you do a braille version please?
What amazing pics you're got on your blog room, so impressed!! And the top pic is a sheep is it!!
Wonderful blog!!
Wow can't beleive you have managed to keep all this up as well as your work on the site. The photo's are great. My eldest had an imaginary friend,John for years. Even his brother and friends joined in the pretence including John in everything they did together. Will go and check out Lita0peat?? now. It is fun finding out about all these other halves.
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