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Moles are attacking a dam in a Northamptonshire country park.
This is NOT an April Fool wind-up, be serious!They are digging mole-runs into the dam, and weakening it. Rangers believe that moles are sensitive to sounds. SO their answer is to bury those really annoying Christmas cards with electric jingles in the mole runs. The moles will, if all goes to plan, dislike the jingles so much they will leave the area. (Perhaps moles have more sense than I thought...) The rangers are appealing to people to send them their Christmas cards-with-jingles, so they can bury them. ... Or is it just a campaign by the rangers to get rid of all those truly maddening cards? |
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April 2002: I'm currently enormously enoying reading Christopher Hibbert's "Queen Victoria, A personal History." (I confess I haven't even sought permission to copy this bit, but, dear publisher if you read this, please regard it as free advertising! - and yes, I do recommend it.) Victoria's Grandfather was a friend of Archbishop Harcourt. At the age of 90 this gentleman fell off a bridge into pond and later died, but not before, to quote Hibbert, resignedly observing to his chaplain, "Well, Dixon, I think we have frightened the frogs." |
May 2002: During a pub lunch out at The Romer Arms, Nuneham, Northants, I was reading a poster on the wall. It's an advertisement for a Village Celebration in Honour of HRH Prince of Wales' marriage, in July 1863. The whole thing's a delight, but at the bottom it advertises: "An efficient Band will be in attendance." |
August 2003... we returned from a very much needed holiday in the Limousin region of France, home of the famous Limousin cattle. Truly lucky visitors may even catch sight of the rare stretch Limousin:
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The Delights of SIGNSChristmas 2003 In our local Beatties store I saw a sign telling you to shop with confidence, because:"We exchange unsuitable gifts after Christmas" It's perhaps a special in-store custom. "Now," they think, "what would be a really unsuitable gift for the manager?" before they all sit round on the 27th of December with their oddly shaped parcels for each other... |
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