Dear Doris, It seems like such a long time since we had a good catch-up, just you and me. I am so sorry I missed your birthday and wish you many, many more. Did you and Flo have a cake and a tumbler of Croft Original in the staff room? Did any of the cross-dressingContinue reading “Doris Brazil turns 78”
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A proposal to twin Itchy Ankle with Appleton Marsh
Dear Doris Brazil, I am writing on behalf of the people of Itchy Ankle in the hope that you may be able to use your influence in Appleton Marsh: we would like to be twinned with you. Based on your blog, the pace of life in Appleton Marsh is much the same as that enjoyedContinue reading “A proposal to twin Itchy Ankle with Appleton Marsh”
Iris: Motes, beams and what goes on behind mirrored sunglasses.
The Blarney Crone was once an ace girl reporter for a program called Spotlight on the BBC in Northern Ireland. Actually, that’s not true. She was a barely adequate girl reporter on the aforementioned program and certainly came nowhere near breaking a story like the one sprung by Spotlight this week. The program revealed thatContinue reading “Iris: Motes, beams and what goes on behind mirrored sunglasses.”
Two Go Wild In Washington
Readers who tire of hearing of the Crone and the Cackler’s get together will be glad to learn that reports of the trip are drawing to an end. But there are some excellent photos, and it seems a shame not to share them with you. A wet Monday found the duo glumly staring at theContinue reading “Two Go Wild In Washington”
Boating on the Bay, Crab Dip and Crusty Bread
Back to the report of the Cackler’s visit. A Sunday lunchtime drink and a bracing walk home still hadn’t exhausted the Cackler. When Sawhorse Marilyn offered a trip around the bay on her Boston Whaler she jumped at the chance, donned her fleece and her kagoule, and was at once ready to ride the waves. HomeContinue reading “Boating on the Bay, Crab Dip and Crusty Bread”
Sunday in stout walking boots—oh, and the Snug Harbor Inn
It was all very “seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness” last Sunday in Itchy Ankle. A beautiful day. The Cackler, of course, had sprung out of bed and put the coffee on shortly after sparrow fart, and so by the time the Crone was up, frocked and ready for action, the Cackler was raring toContinue reading “Sunday in stout walking boots—oh, and the Snug Harbor Inn”
Sunset for the Blarney Mobile–But Five O’Clock Somewhere
Saturday found the Crone and the Cackler out in search of yard sales. They didn’t have much luck as the day was wet and cold. Wiser witches would have taken this as a sign and gone home to bed but the gruesome twosome pressed on, piling more and more packages into the Blarneymobile and endingContinue reading “Sunset for the Blarney Mobile–But Five O’Clock Somewhere”
The Blarney Crone 