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 Reluctant Landlady Meets a Rival…

Reluctant Landlady Meets a Rival…


Our village is rocking this time of year. It started with a Halloween eve amble amongst all those with children. Actually quite a lot of ‘you come to our house to trick or treat and then double back through the hedge and then we will come round to your house and demand sweets’. Which was fun in its own small community way. The 60ish neighbour with no children but a long career in catering made the best maple syrup toffee apples I have EVER tasted. And the coolest spooky table arrangement. She is American so she has had a head start. It was a raggle taggle bunch of children dressed as witches, spiders, devils and Marie Antoinette who wound around the houses, baying for sugar and arguing about what the ‘trick’ should be. Our B&B guests were bamboozled by their cheeky sticky grins and gave away a tin of travel sweets from their car. Which was just as well because I could feel a Trick brewing and had already confiscated the potato gun and flour filled balloon.

Then we had several birthday celebrations across a row of cottages swiftly followed by firework night at our neighbour’s house. Mulled cider, sausages and sparklers ago-go while we spent an hour working out which way to point the bangers so they didn’t scare the horses. Or the sheep. Or the dogs at number 3. Or the roof of our B&B. Or each other. Feral children around a wobbly bonfire in the dark was not a great combination. And when the parents of those children are topping up the brandy in their mulled cider and talking about the new people who have moved into the other end of the village it is even less so. Turns out the children were very responsible and a rogue adult was lurching around the fire ‘encouraging it to rage’ with a squirt of WD40. Just in time for us to create a bad impression to the new people as they arrived to join in. They were jolly nice and had a sweet child and my mulled cockles were warming to them and then they said We Are Thinking Of Setting Up a B&B in the Village.  My cockles have frozen over. I have the flour filled balloon on stand by…

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