I’ve always kept a bit of food in hand, just in case we ever have a famine or invasion, or impassable roads, so I have a stack of pasta in my larder[ you, could practically stand on it to paint the ceiling]. I like the feeling that if needs be I could rustle up a meal for hoards of people in an emergency. .This week I bought a 5 kilo net bag of onions at the supermarket [a bargain] and my husband wanted to know why on earth we needed five kilos of onions[ I’m telling you, there’s a fellow who won’t be partaking of my emergency gruel!] So, if any one needs an onion, look no further .It’s all this talk of I.C.E [Iden Community Emergency Forum] that’s made me think all the more, that I may suddenly have to contribute a pan of broth , and after this past harsh winter, who knows it may one day come to that. Anyway, I’m no good with a chain saw.
Thankfully though, it all seems quiet on the western front in Iden .In fact we can hear the sound of silence in our village . Of course, we can all be a bit raucous if the need arises, when there’s something lively going on, but in general we hear only the dawn chorus, and the bleat of a sheep here and there, and at night, with no streetlights there is that quiet cloak of darkness. I can’t imagine Iden with streetlights can you?
Speaking of Iden nights, a few years ago, my grandson was staying with us, and when I put him to bed, he said “tell me about those people”, and I knew that he meant, my Iden ‘wind down’ story’[ very soporific] . I used to tell him that everyone in the whole of Iden was very sleepy indeed, and they were all getting ready for bed. They were filling their hot water bottles, and finding their slippers, and yawning, and rubbing their eyes, because they’d all just had a nice warm bath, and everyone in the whole village was getting into their pyjamas and drinking their hot milk, and everyone was safe, and everyone was snug, and one Granny was buttering nice warm toast for the Grandad, but he was already sound asleep in his rocking chair.[then, I had to whisper] It was so quiet in Iden, that the only sound to be heard was a hedgehog snuffling and an owl hooting, and the foxes and the badgers, padding softly around , patrolling the woods, keeping watch over us , so that everyone in Iden feels safe and happy and no one ever needs to worry about a thing.[ if only eh?] Anyway it put him to sleep. For a little while there he thought that all Iden folk had a touch of the ‘Wee Willy Winkies’ about them.!
So, what is going on in Iden?
There is a service of Holy Communion in Iden Parish Church at 9.30am on Sunday 1st June.
The Iden Flower Festival this year is to commemorate the First World War. I’ll fill you in at a later date with the details, but it will be held in Iden Parish church at the end of August, during the Bank Holiday weekend, and will be well worth a visit. The flower ladies in Iden will soon be in a fervour of preparation. There will be refreshments available in the Old Hall.
The ‘ Pop In’ will be on Monday 9th June at 11am in the village hall. Do come for coffee/tea, biscuits and a chat. It’s always nice to sit by whoever you like and catch up on gossip and a have chance to put the world to rights.
Bingo is on Thursday 12 th June in Iden village hall .Not only our village, but surrounding villages are welcome. There is a light tea half way through. Doors open at 2pm, eyes down at 2.30pm. There is a raffle and plenty of fun to be had.
I had an E-Mail from my cousin in Canada this week, and he said that he had located the Iden village voice on his computer, and was reading it in Edmonton. He read all about our Pantomime “Red Riding Hood”. Imagine that, we’ve gone global! Isn’t technology amazing? I must say that although I type out the village voice on the computer, when I Google something, I still feel as though there is a little man inside, with a pencil behind his ear , running around like a mad thing finding answers.
It’s so far proving to be a glorious spring, isn’t it? Our soggy winter has given rise to a very green and pleasant land. I’ve just done a few vases of flowers, and even our rather sparsely stocked garden has yielded a bit of a show. Even in the leaner times when we’ve resorted to living on beans and fried eggs, I’ve had to buy a bunch of daffs. I must have some flowers, after all, man can not live by bread alone!
I’ll gladly include any bit of news, or forthcoming event in the village voice or just anything you would like mentioned.. Please ring Gill Griffin [telephone 01797-280-311]
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