Part Two:
Meanwhile Westerwitch and Matron hosted a bonfire which was full of ‘Country Matter’ hemhem, chicken poo and the like of course, raising it to such a blaze that the cauldrons quite bubbled over and the Janitor perilously drove the 4x4 through the grounds to deliver a double Belfast sink to the shed which one day will be the new pottery. The extraordinarily good-looking carpenter and his simply breath-taking assistant whose eyes matched the colour of the skies today in their rampant blueness made Matron’s hormonal cauldron bubble over to excess, and she had to retire to a cool shady nook for a breath of fresh air to say nothing of Mme Grognonne’s cigars!

Then they all cooked some skool sossages and quaffed mightily of the Red Stuff, and wassailed and generally made merry until the Purplecoombes came home and the owls stood on their heads. Toasting the wellbeing and congratulating the wonderful crowd of erstwhile bloggers who have come to the Purple place in their droves and made it a beautiful place indeed.
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