Due to confusion in the editors diary, an emergency OFarwell to the Colonel 3rd Annual B.V. dinner had to be held at the Foresters on Thursday night. Our apologies to regular readers who were not contacted in time. There was the first public reading of the Blissford Chronicles by the Author, followed by awards. Marie-Anne [...]
The lights were on again at Post Box Cottage as Blissfords newest foreigh correspondants hung up their passports.
The Chicken Supremo was called urgently to Mudmer this afternoon (Monday) by garden suburbs in a real old paddy, fearing that Fluff the chicken would be a short term resident of the Blissford home for unwanted livestock. Poppy had been unable to resist Fluff’s feathered charms for a moment longer and was apparently attempting to [...]
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High Sheriff suggests Squid as puppy naming frenzy goes into high gear at Shambles. Ann is on the alert as incidences of Sunday Lunch rage break out at the Foresters Arms.
Another View
It was a busy Sunday at Mudmer Manor as village worthies gathered to take part in the inaugural sheep moving contest. Visitors from London had been summoned to witness the proceedings and wonder at the eccentricities of of the local country folk. As a preliminary Sarah was wished Happy Birthday, the Colonel and Kate [...]
Your own Chicken Supremo was summoned to Bracken Cottage yesterday by a distraught and worried Novice Chicken Afficionado (Sarah). Poppy puppy in a show of great exuberance had inadvertantly gripped the much loved Frizzlecock by the tail tufts and removed them with one good tug. Poppy puppy was in some disgrace and Sarah was sure, [...]
Had any visitors from Blissford been in Antwerp last week and wandered from a main shopping street near the station down a dark and gloomy alley they would have been surprised to see a familiar figure standing behind a plate glass window apparently trying to entice a young man to ³Come inside² (more than just [...]
This, my friends, is the last of the letters from your correspondents across The Pond , as we return to downtown Blissford tomorrow. It is winter in New York State . The last of the leaves have fallen and in the mountains to the north the ground has frozen and the water which drips over [...]