Showing posts with label Blake Basil. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 24, 2012

Fungus Diaboli epidemic

Farmer Giles is devastated by the severe attack of Fungus Diaboli in his garden, causing his precious apple trees to completely dissolve.

Also his tomato plants are infected, and poor Mr Giles had no chance but to redevelop his garden completely.

Mr Giles got some advice from the Soil and Water Research Facility to treat the soil, and is now hoping that will do the trick. And so do we, a summer without Giles famous apple cider would be a nightmare.

Celebrity at Gossington Hall

The sale of Gossington Hall to Miss Marina Gregg is almost finalized, and it looks like St Mary Mead will have its first internationally famous permanent resident! Miss Gregg, here seen with her solicitor, is said to move in on September 1, and she will be accompanied by several of her staff, including Mr Rudd. Rumour has it that Mr Rudd is also assisting Miss Gregg on a personal level, but this is something The Chronicle has no knowledge of. Or if we had, we wouldn’t tell, because Miss Gregg then wouldn’t invite us to her famous parties.

The sharp dart

There was tough competition in last week’s local dart championship, between the young, but targeted Frank Baker and the experienced Basil Blake.

Experience outran youth this time, and we congratulate Mr Blake with his victory, and are happy we are not to pay his bar bill from the celebration party.

Basis for ice?

Representatives from the Swiss ice cream factory Mövenlick visited our village last week to explore if there would be basis for an ice cream shop in St Mary Mead. Young Bernard Giles tells us that he is seriously considering leaving his job as a sports reporter to start an ice cream shop.

We are not convinced that Mr Giles’ potential decision would be purely professional, as he seems to have an addiction for the Blackcurrant clotted cream. But one could argue that the ice cream shop would have at least one regular customer.

Beautiful therapy

At the mental hospital they have just started a new therapy method, where interaction with live animals is one of the key elements.

The patients are allowed to feed the wild deer, visiting from the surrounding forest.

“It’s all a matter of trust”, Dr. Haydock explains, and brings the case of Mr Hunter as prove of the beneficial effects. As you might remember, Mr Hunter was found in a helpless situation earlier this year (Latest News from St. Mary Mead -September 1) at the Bus Stop Park, but is now on the road to recovery. He keeps repeating “I’m not a hunter” (or is it “I’m not a Hunter”?), but this is just a temporary hang-up Dr Haydock assures us.

And who would have the heart to hunt this beauty? We are totally on Mr Hunter’s side in this matter. Anything else would be insane.

The characters and buildings from this story are from the AnnoSims Group project St. Mary Mead, loosly based on the novels of Agatha Christie. ( Anno Sims is now closed, but you can find my own creations for the project here at KSW.)