There's no point, really there isn't, why try to get stuff done, even
important stuff like putting your screaming with exhaustion child to bed when
you have more pertinent things to do like feed Local Service another glass of
wine or entertain the local stone mason (Who proudly declares he built our
leaking roof every time he comes round) and his (admittedly charming) 8 year
old granddaughter for 40 minutes a piece come 7 o'clock on any given evening.
Along with the visitors come a large amount of locally grown, fresh picked
fruit and vegetables delivered without expectation of anything in return
(Indeed the whole village knows we don't have a veg plot and I sense a little
bit of pity for this in the offerings!).
It would be the height of churlishness to complain but we are starting to
creak under the weight of the offerings. The other night Local Service
turned up with a small crate of Haricot Beans (Yellow variety!) when, not
halfway through his congratulatory glass of Rose, Proud Roof Man arrives with a
carrier bag of the same (Green Variety!). Much politically correct
complimenting and critical eyeballing of each other’s beans ensues over the
next two thirds of the rose bottle. Local Service pointed out, next day,
that yellow variety are far superior.
In the last 3 days, they have both stepped up their game and we have had a
handful of hazelnuts, six courgettes, three cucumbers, two lettuces, a marrow,
a red cabbage, another carrier bag of beans and a bucket of tomatoes. In
return Competitive wife is going to start stepping up cupcake production to
industrial levels.
