Geography homework, polar bears & teeth!

Good Morning from Pattisson Towers where to my right Nancy is wrestling with a particularly arduous piece of geography homework and to my left Mrs P is filling us in on what our illustrious leaders are apparently going to inflict on us next – 48 hours before they condescend to have the good manners to tell us to our faces!  I do my best to keep my powder dry on such things but that favoured methodology of communication really has begun to irritate almost as much as not understanding my geography homework!


Anyway, its been a very, very hectic week at the Smoke with a huge amount of deliveries from fish to bacon to packaging.  The size of the crew has swelled again with Jack joining us this week.  I did inform him that he might be a little weary and stiff come the end of his first week as there was a massive amount of lifting to do.  Quite rightly he looked at me and said he was quite fit and he would be ok.  However when we had our Friday bottle of beer before sending the crew home he did admit to me that he was a little bit broken and would probably sleep all weekend.  Luckily he also was good enough to tell me he had loved it which is always a relief.  We are suddenly a crew of 12 with more starting next week the pressure is ratcheting up but the mood is great and it’s with a good bit of excitement that we enter the busiest four weeks of the year.


The orders have been coming in at quite a pace both for delivery in the next few days but also of course for lovely gifts of food for folk for Christmas.  Amber, Steph and Charlotte in the office are almost consultant-like in their roles of taking orders and giving their asked for opinions on what best to have on Christmas menus.  The November Box has only one more week to run and has been one of the most popular boxes of the year delivered to your door for £35.  Looking at the calendar it also means that we only have one week left of our 10% off all orders (monthly boxes not included) so if you know you have orders you want to place, and gifts you would like to give, then get them placed before Midnight next Monday or you will have missed your 10% discount.


One of the weirdest things about our busiest time of year is that one tends to leave the house before anyone is awake and return after the boys at least are asleep.  So it was with a gasp of horror that when Stan clambered into bed between his Mother and I this morning gave me a hug and a huge grin it appeared as if he had had nearly all his teeth removed.  As his very overworked tooth Fairy, by the name of Teddy, suggests Stan will probably have to live off “Milkshakes and Ice cream” for the foreseeable!  He has significantly more gum than tooth at present as you can see.  I have checked with Mrs P that he has not gone in for bare knuckle fighting as a career or that he is earning money by eating bricks for a dare at school and she assures me he isn’t.  He has however taken up fighting polar bears with a wand which he apparently borrowed from Harry Potter.  We have, as I have previously mentioned, got two very large chillers stood in the car park at present and they have pictures of polar bears on the outside.  Somehow we managed to convince Stan that we had live bears inside and we were going to start smoking them as a new line?!  He clearly believed us and then got himself set to “take them down” as I opened the door.  Luckily he was true to his word and we all lived to fight another day!


I must away as Nancy is about to rip up every map in the house as an act of defiance against all geography teachers and Stan is now demanding ice cream at 10am as “Teddy my tooth fairy said I could”!  It could be a long day ahead…


I hope your day is more relaxing.


My very, very best regards,



Sunday ramble, Tyna’s birthday & delivery

Good morning, from a wind battered and beyond wet Somerset.  This morning is calm, crisp and beautiful but the last 24 hours have been a tad extreme!  It was raining so hard yesterday that carrying out the simple task of walking back and forth across the car park to our barn from the smokery I got so much water in my hearing aid that it totally packed up!  This is of course a cause of huge irritation to Mrs P as apparently at least 50% of the questions she has asked me today have received that brilliantly helpful answer of total silence.  I have to confess that a theoretical day of rest with the volume significantly reduced is not an entirely unpleasant prospect, and on that basis I may put off simply checking that in fact a new battery is all that’s required for as long as I can!


Whether it was being given a slightly feminine name at birth, or having an abundance of strawberry blond hair, or simply that I have never been entirely conventional I was never one of those boys that wanted to be a train driver or a fireman or indeed  lorry driver.  That was until this week when the two shipping container fridges I have hired for the Christmas period were delivered.  They arrived on a articulated lorry with a huge trailer attached and a massive crane built into it.  The chap driving was a lovely Welshman called Christopher who then proceeded to attach massive chains to each in turn and then with his remote control lift them off the lorry and place them with pin point accuracy into the required position.  I stood and watched in bewildered awe as these four tonne fridges were swung around in the air.  The highlight was when he turned to me and said, in his glorious welsh accent, “I’m sorry if I take a while but I’ve got OCD about these things and can’t leave them until they are straight and absolutely level”.  True to his word he then whipped a spirit level from his trousers and did just that.  Even I revelled in the engineering brilliance of the whole process and have now decided to retrain as a lorry/crane driver.  All Mrs P had to say to this news was “that may take a while darling, you can barely drive”!


We now, as a result of the wonderful Christopher, have two huge fridges up and running and are ready to start filling them with deliciousness for all the Christmas orders that have been coming thick and fast this week.  We are already half way through November and that means that the clock is ticking on making sure that you get 10% off your orders as the offer will stop at close of play on the 30th of this month.  The only thing it does not apply to is the monthly box offers which are already heavily discounted and remain at their special £35 delivered price.  The November Box has been hugely popular especially for folk in lockdown and in need of a gastronomic treat and we will continue to ensure that if you need anything delivered quickly we will deliver it the next day if you order by Noon the day before.


Finally, I am always conscious that lockdown is hard for many but I am hugely lucky as I have four loons and Charlie to go home to.  Some of my crew, like a good few other folk, are doing it on their own which is clearly much harder.  Tyna had her birthday this week and so it was fab to be able to give her a bit of Birthday good cheer within our socially distanced work bubble yesterday once we had finished work.  Little Steph made her mothers famous apple cake which Tyna loves and Big Steph managed to nearly blow it up and kill Amber as having put the sparkler flares into it (upside down) was slightly surprised when they went off so aggressively.  It turns out it is what happens if you light the wrong end?!


I hope you have a restful Sunday and remember never stand near Steph when she is approaching a birthday cake with matches and never tell your eldest daughter where you keep your hearing aid batteries as best laid plans are likely to go awry if you do either!


My very, very best regards,



Bertie, Jack Leach & some of our friends.

Good Morning, from my kitchen table where the significant debris of a Pattisson family Sunday breakfast has just been cleared away! Along with this is the extraordinary noise of an horrendously repetitive song with lyrics that only appear to contain one word which is, inexplicably, Chihuahua? Please, please do not ask for any explanation as I promise I am as confused, slightly scared and bewildered as you. Apparently it is a real song and that is the only lyric! You would expect on that basis alone that it was looking like being a long day here at Pattisson Towers but this has now been guaranteed as having taken the boys Bert and Stan to the smokery for a bit of pre-breakfast salmon smoking we returned home across the moors. This particular road was so damaged by the floods seven years ago that it is known in our family as “the rollercoaster road” and with a little bit of encouragement I can be persuaded to drive rather too quickly along it as it throws the passengers of the truck around so violently if I do. It has a humpback bridge in the middle of it for which speed can add to the excitement of the trip home. I may have got a little carried away this morning and I may have jolly nearly ended
up in a ditch via a significantly large tree. However, having not achieved any such thing I still felt it important to make the boys swear not to mention it to their mother. Sadly I was only on my second mouthful of breakfast when Stan spilt the beans and Bertie through hysterical laughter gave a graphic description of exactly what those beans were. Nancy (14) instantly chipped in with “Daddy that is so dangerous you could have all been killed” 14!! Mrs P has kept her powder dry so far but I fear the worst!

We have had a huge amount of orders from you for friends and loved ones as gifts and simple ‘keep your chin up and see you soon’ missives alongside them. We are delighted to be able to do this for you and will carry on doing whatever we can to get whatever you would like to either yourselves or for folk who need things including the basics of bread and milk or fruit and veg. All you need to do is call the office and speak to Amber or Steph and just ask and we will do whatever we can to help.

On that theme I have two pals that both have tiny, but brilliant, businesses that I thought might be of interest. The first is Paddy at Vine Wines who sources and sells the most delicious range of wines to fit almost every taste and requirement. He can deliver all over the country and I cannot recommend him highly enough. The second is a chap who is currently working for us at The Smokery called Will, he has a brilliant embryonic business called TheNomadsKitchen that sells kits full of essential herbs and spices for those who love their cooking but also the outdoor life of camping and travelling. They have everything you need in them from a penknife and chopping board to a range of herbs and spices in a small easy to carry pack. I will certainly be giving these to all my nieces/nephews and godchildren this year. I appreciate they may not be of any interest but they are good folk with great products and like so many, these weird times are not helping.

Finally, I have a quick bit of news to hopefully raise your spirits. Bertie as you may remember is cricket mad and his ultimate hero is Jack Leach, the Somerset and England slow bowler. As part of a school project he wrote to Mr Leach saying how he had listened to his and Ben Stokes exploits at Headingly from the Channel Tunnel under the sea. On Tuesday he received a package, inside was an England training top and a hand written letter from none other than the man himself. It is not rushed and it is long and it made an eight year old smile and bounce like never before. It reduced his pathetic father to tears as it was simply such a fantastic and generous gesture from someone at the very top of their sport. I think the only conclusion to draw is that human nature is alive and well as is generosity of spirit and time and I’m certain such things have never been more important.

I must away as the loons are laying wreaths at the church in a hugely reduced, but just as important, memorial service on this very special Sunday

My very, very best regards,


I write to you this morning from our kitchen table, I can hear the boys (Bertie and Stan) in the garden sounding like they may actually be killing each other although having just checked a moment ago all is well and they are simply charging at each other with a John Deere tractor and a plastic bubble car, in all honesty I’m not sure there is a better way of starting ones day of rest?!

Clearly we are all slowly digesting the merry message from our illustrious leaders and folk of science last night, I like all of us fear for some of my friends and customers who have tried and succeeded in still being here only to have yet another boulder thrown at them. Please don’t think I am making remotely light of it but I genuinely believe that we can’t control the uncontrollable so on that basis all I can do is look for the silliness and fun and drive hard at the positives preferably in a plastic bubble car or even a John Deere tractor.

We were lucky enough to have the most fantastic week in Instow, North Devon and are now back at home attacking some of the most pressing and mundane jobs that simply have to be done before Monday. One of these is genuinely harrowing for all concerned and that is the need to try and force a brush through Edith’s (daughter number 2) hair. As one who grew up with Wurzel Gummidge in the late 70’s and early 80’s the only description I can give is that she would have walked into the part and on news of a new modern version Charlie and I will be writing to the television studio responsible for its production and offering her up to fill the role of any hedgerow dwellers they may need as they will save significant money on the need for makeup and wigs! As I look to my right now she could pass for a white Diana Ross in her 1970’s prime! I have attached a photo so you can be the judge.

It is of course the 1st of November and I am delighted to offer you our new November Box this will contain: –
200g cold smoked salmon
4 x oak roasted pork & parsnip sausages
2 x hot smoked mackerel fillets
1 x whole hot smoked duck breast
200g traditional Somerset cheddar
All delivered to any door of your choosing for £35

We will continue to be here and deliver whatever gastronomic treats you would like direct to your door or indeed to the doors of any loved ones who may need a hug of the food variety if the more traditional version is not currently permitted. All orders placed for the whole of November will have 10% off whether you want it delivered this week, next week or indeed the week before Christmas.
Just call Amber in the office on 01458 250875 or go to

Finally, I thought I would share something that proved to me that whatever madness we have put up with from on high there are stranger things going on right under our noses. In my case in Nancy’s (daughter number 1) bedroom. Yesterday she had a friend called Anya round for the day which has been a rare thing and Nancy was jolly excited about it. You can imagine my horror then when I knocked on her door to bid them farewell to find them sat on her bed surrounded by school books. When I enquired what they were doing they replied “Physics Homework” I retreated in a very confused state and didn’t know whether to be proud or ashamed of them. All I know is that the world has truly gone mad if one has a mate round to play and does ones homework?!! Although as Mrs P wisely says “you really shouldn’t judge everyone by your standards”!

I hope you remain in relatively good order, remember to smile and to always pick the John Deere tractor with a front end loader over a plastic bubble car in a game of head on collision!

My very, very best regards to you,



I write to you this morning from the family Pattisson’s favourite place of Instow in North Devon where for the last 15 years we have always spent the October half term.  The weather is beyond wet and wild and it is quite simply perfect.  Edith, Bertie and I set off down to the beach this morning pretty much at first light with Olive the dog to give her a huge walk before breakfast.  In true Pattisson fashion the moment we set foot onto the beach the skies turned to what only can be described as a biblical grey/black/ yellow and delivered exactly what they promised!  It was brilliant and we walked to the far waters edge before turning our faces into the tumult.  Now I have on occasion been known to bang on a good deal and the main topic of conversation on our outward journey was how amazing my new coat was, and how my waterproof trousers had never so much as left me damp.  One couldn’t speak on the homeward journey due to the need to keep ones eyes and mouth firmly shut against a mixture of sand, rain and hail stones!  However, it was with some surprise and concern that I noticed that a significant dampness had developed around my groinal area and shortly it became clear that I had in fact managed to leave the fly of my much heralded waterproof trousers ajar and the Pattisson privates were in fact awash with Devon Rain!  It was an uncomfortable last quarter mile or so but having shared my predicament with Bert and Edie their hysterical laughter and desire to get home to tell the others seemed to carry us home very promptly.

Hopefully a good many of you have received our new catalogue by now and fear not if you have not as they will be landing this week.  It is rather amazingly the last week of October which means that you only have one more week to enjoy the October Box, which we will deliver to any door of your choosing for £35.  Of course our 10% off all orders is with us so that if this weather convinces you to snuggle in and do your Christmas shopping or menu planning you can order today for delivery in December and still receive 10% off everything you order.

I must away now as having dried off and had an enormous breakfast I have been informed that it’s time to go crabbing and then I promised to build Stan a spitfire in the sand!  What on earth is wrong with a good old fashioned sand castle heaven alone knows but I’m secretly quite chuffed he believes me even remotely capable of such a task!

I hope you have a lovely Sunday and remember waterproof trousers are only as good as the halfwit using them!

My very best regards,


I write this this morning in rather a state!  The main reason for this is that, having followed everyone who felt they had a right to give me advice, I yesterday trundled off to receive my Flu Jab.  The lovely lady who administered it got off to a flying start when she asked me to relax my arm and let it go floppy and when I did she said “gosh you have a very muscly arm!”.  I blushed and tried to give her my very best James Bond smile before her colleague started giggling and I realised she clearly said that to all the boys!  Anyway as I left she said it might make me feel a bit off colour for a couple of days.  Jeepers! I could barely get my head off the pillow this morning and the  golf and cricket practice I have promised the loons is beginning to look Everest-like in proportions, but as Bertie was very quick to point out “a promise is a promise!”.


The other reason for my mental pain and weariness this morning is that much to my utter shock and horror I returned to the homestead last night ready to prepare steak sandwiches for Film Night to be told there was no Film Night as it was week one of ‘Strictly Come Dancing’.  The huge level of excitement was only matched by my despondency that between now and Christmas Saturday nights would just be me reduced to ranting at the television about “cheats who had clearly spent their entire youth being trained in dance” and “If that was a Charleston then I’m a Dutchman”.  It has not started well as of the entire list of apparent ‘celebrities’ Mrs P and I only knew who three of them were and one of them we cannot abide!


Hopefully some of you have now received our new catalogue and are enjoying thumbing your way through it beginning to decide who will be lucky enough to receive what both now and most importantly for Christmas.  It also means that from now un until the end of November every order will receive 10% off.  So whether you would like it delivered on Tuesday or on the 19th of December you will get 10% off the value of your order.  So, have fun and feel free to get ordering either online at or call Amber in the office from 9am-4pm Monday to Saturday on 01458 250875.


I must away now as Bert, Stan and Edie have just appeared brandishing golf clubs with a look of serious determination on their faces so my limbs of lead are about to be pressed into action!


I hope you have a very relaxing Sunday and remember ones very best James Bond smile is never entirely wasted on someone coming at you with a needle!


My very best regards,



JPs birthday, Stanley & weekly ramble

I write this morning from my kitchen table after a long and eventful week both at the Smokery and at Pattisson Towers!


It started a full week ago, which I have to admit feels a tiny bit more like a month, when Charlie and I finally agreed that due to the monsoon raging outside there probably weren’t any more excuses we could find to avoid turning the boys beds into the bunk beds they were designed to be.  Now, you may remember that I have occasionally alluded to the fact that I am genuinely the world’s most impractical man so the very thought of embarking on such a task, even just as my wife’s lowly foot solider, leaves me short of breath and in all honesty a tad grumpy!  I have since been informed by everyone who came into contact with me last Sunday that the phrase “Tad Grumpy” does not even come close to the horrendous reality they apparently had to endure!  Anyway after a good deal of sighing and the occasional curse regarding both the state of the boys bedroom and the “quality of Philips screwdrivers these days” mount bunk bed was conquered, our marriage was hanging by a thread and the boys were literally bouncing off the walls and indeed the top bunk with excitement!  It was at this point that Mrs P decided to strike a deal with Stan.  The deal offered was that now he had a bunk bed he had to sleep in it all night as swapping with his father at 2am was no longer an option.  I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be proud or ashamed with his response which was “what present do I get if I sleep in my own bed for a whole week?”.  His mother who clearly had unbeknownst to me dropped one of the beds on her head and concussed herself in their erection, said “what would you like?”.  In less than a second he replied with words that until then I did not know even existed in a sentence in that order. “A Rainbow Barbie Doll”.  I suspected strongly that Edith had possibly had a strong influence on this rather unusual choice but then again lets not forget that when he is not Stan he is his alter ego of Martha who has a splendid collection of his sisters cast off dresses!  The deal struck he has proceeded to sleep all night in his own lower bunk. Yesterday morning his mothers half of the deal was produced and the extraordinary out pouring of excitement would probably suggest that Edith had no hand at all in his choice!  I attach a picture in way of proof and also just in case there are any of you out there that need to know exactly what a ‘Rainbow Barbie Doll’ looks like!


Enough of that madness the other reason it has been such a long week is because we have been signing off the new catalogues and taking delivery of them from the printers.  They will begin to arrive with you towards the end of next week and I hope you approve.  We were also informed that we would be having our annual Environmental Health Audit on Thursday which turned out to be six hours in length and although we passed with flying and very complimentary colours is quite nerve wracking and a tad exhausting.  Finally, yesterday we had a whole and completely new flue installed on the hot smoker which is long overdue and looks fantastic Tim won’t know himself tomorrow and I’m sure the chaps who spent the whole day on the roof installing it have hopefully warmed up again by now.


Our October Box is proving hugely popular as are many of our hampers which folk are sending to loved ones and friends who find themselves slightly re-immersed in less than liberal worlds of movement and making merry according to where they are situated!  We can sadly do nothing at all about who is allowed to do what, with who and when BUT we can and will carry on delivering anything you or your pals may like delivered to their, or your, doors.


I will leave you now having clearly  banged on even longer than usual for which I apologise.  I have been told by Bertie and the rest of the loons and Mrs P that I have to record the fact that today I become the oldest person working at the Smokery by 16 years, somehow 15 was bearable.  For this to be possible clearly I must have an incredibly young team, which I do, as Amber as the next oldest was very keen to point out.  I have been spoilt rotten and presented with a brand spanking new golf bag which I will be using with pride for the next two days as I am skiving off to play golf and make merry with three great pals.  Just between you and me having to ensure 2 metres distance at all times from Peter, Coxy and William is a significant blessing and one I am extremely grateful to Boris for!


Have a great rest of Sunday and if anyone knows who is responsible for the design and longevity of Phillips Screwdrivers these days give them a good kick in the pants from me.  I must truly be approaching old man status as I nearly wrote ‘they don’t make them like they used to!


My very very best regards,



Nancy’s first day & Sunday ramble

Hello from a gloriously Autumnal Sunny Sunday in Somerset.  I write to you this morning in slight discomfort entirely self-inflicted, and brought about by significant over indulgence!  Before you jump to the obvious, and not entirely unfair conclusion, that the demon drink is involved you are wrong it is actually entirely the fault of Stanley (5).  At about 5.30am yesterday morning Stan having kicked his mother enough to ensure that however hard she kept pretending “I know you are awake” he announced that “whatever full English is that’s what I want for breakfast”.  Having by now regained the ability to speak, if not open my eyes, I suggested that if he tried to go back to sleep I promised to make him a full English on Sunday morning.  This was not an entirely successful deal as he would not try until he knew exactly what would be on his plate.  By the time I had finished listing this all three of us decided that we were now famished and how long was it before breakfast.  It was alas only 6am.  So this morning true to my word we had an enormous cooked breakfast consisting of everything including the deadliest of them all – fried bread which I genuinely don’t think I have made since I was a student, and like all really bad things for you it was utterly delicious!  However the meal did not pass off without incident.  I am, and have always been, a Tomato man (not tinned).  My wife and it would appear all my children are supporters of the baked bean.  I consider those to be wrong on every level and an insult to the breakfast plate, they apparently feel the same about black pudding so after much posturing and a good deal of “Don’t be an arse Daddy” everyone eventually got the plate they required and now as a result I can barely move!


This ridiculously gluttonous start to the day also ensured that I tasted a lot of different bits from our own shelves which I raided after we closed last night.  Two different types of sausage, Pork and Parsnip and Pork and Cider, smoked streaky bacon and black pudding all of which were really delicious and definitely worth a reminder from me to you that they are all available on line at As are our September Box which contains

Smoked salmon, smoked mackerel, trout fillets, whole smoked duck breast, and whole cider cured pork tenderloin. All delivered for a price of £35. It is also the last few days that our whole side of hot smoked salmon is available for £32 delivered and what has proved to be our immensely popular ‘Sausage Box’ which contains three different varieties of sausage for just £20 delivered.

You can of course order what ever takes your fancy by calling Amber in the office tomorrow on 01458 250875.


The other big news to share with you is that yesterday we officially became a real family business as of 9am yesterday morning Nancy (14) joined the Brown and Forrest payroll to work in the shop every other Saturday.  I can’t pretend that this has ever been some deep rooted ambition of mine but it is quite a lovely feeling and of course finding young folk who will happily work for £1.00 an hour seems to be getting harder and harder!?  As I told her it’s what I started on and the more she sold the more she would earn.  I know some folk will think that almost 100% commission based pay for a 14 year old is unfair and probably illegal, but we will soon find out if she can sell or not!  It has made me think of my first job, which having refused to work in my folks restaurant in Lewes (East Sussex) was told that that was fine but I’d better go and get a job somewhere as cricket bats, rugby balls, trainers, tennis racquets and of course reverse charged phone calls from the golf club requesting collection did not, somewhat surprisingly to me at the time, grow on trees and all would quickly dry up if I did not start to contribute to their existence!  My response was to get a job at my favourite place of them all John Edwards sport shop on cliff high street in Lewes.  I loved it and John being a total sport fanatic always let me work half days in the summer to play cricket in the afternoons.  He was a great teacher too and taught me so much about selling and service and the importance of trust and professional integrity.  He was also jolly good at making you realise that should you ever turn up on a Saturday morning with a hangover it might be the last thing you ever did!  Having played second row at a very high level of rugby football with cauliflower ears and a ridged forehead to match his 6ft 4” stature I can confirm that it jolly nearly was!

Enough of my inane drivel.  I hope you have a very restful Sunday and remember, if a 14 year old tries to sell you something in a shop on a Saturday think twice before declining as it may be the difference between wages or no wages!

My very best regards,


Midweek ramble –

Good morning from a slightly darker damper Somerset. Luckily the trout I have just taken out from the smoker having been hard at it since “sparrows fart” (my darling dads phrase I’m afraid) this morning are looking anything but dark and damp so all is well with the world on that basis. One of the things that I like to cling too when all around us are orders and rules and mayhem is that there will always be some things that never change.

Having rung my much loved Mum very early this morning when she and dad were still in bed clasping their essential mugs of very strong tea she proved that point again. Having established what their views were on our illustrious leaders I asked if anything else was afoot. At this moment she removed her Mother hat and replaced it with her biggest Church Warden bonnet. She then launched into a tale of weddings and wedding flowers on Saturday, followed by ‘Harvest festival ‘ on Sunday and how having been promised by all the main players of the nuptials that they would leave their wedding flowers for the week of Harvest festival she had been delighted as all she had to do was rely on Neil the local farmer to produce seven magnificent pumpkins. Of course what happened was on Saturday night when dad went to lock the church the flowers had gone and all that remained were the fortunately, magnificent pumpkins! It’s a dangerous hobby crossing my mother but to do it and involve church flowers and leaving their beloved church (it really is the most wonderful place) bare for harvest festival is approaching the realms of a death wish!

We are still busy here and have Sausage Boxes £20 delivered. September Boxes £35 delivered and whole sides of hot smoked salmon £32 delivered on offer for you as well as all our other delicious offerings. You only have 24 hours left to order in time for us to deliver to you for your weekend feasting.

I hope you have a good rest of week and remember the world really does keep turning and things that matter like church flowers and harvest festivals will still be done. As will calling up ones folks early in the morning to hear what’s going on beyond the madness.

My very best regards to you all,


Mrs Ps birthday!