- Vicky’s Lobelia crazy!
- Pip’s a sponge
- Mike’s a fibber
- Jim doesn’t like Brian
- Challenge Alan
- Hello Ifty!
Vicky’s Lobelia crazy!
She’s plating red ones, next to white ones, next to blue ones.
Yup, you guessed it. She’s being patriotic for the Jubilee, and for Britain in Bloom (though Mike does point out that they’re too far out of the village for the judges to visit them).
Pip’s a sponge
She learns something at Uni, then comes home and sees it everywhere.
Today, she’s worried that some of the young calves might have Bovine Viral Diarrhoea (BVD). She just learnt about it at Uni.
[Pip] “BVD … did you know it’s the most significant economic viral disease in castle, bit just here but in Ireland and America as well .. scouring is one of the major symptoms”
Actually, David did know all of that (clever clogs!), and tells her that the problem with BVD is that you generally can’t spot it until it’s too late. And there may be other reasons for diarrhoea.
When Mike pops by, they tell him they might have a BVD problem (if Pip isn’t just being hysterical).
[Mike] “Ooh ay, you don’t want that!”
Very helpful, that was Mike.
David agrees to get Alistair in to take a proper look, but he cautions Pip to not start panicking.
[David] “Let’s not meet trouble half way”
After Alistair has been, David confirms that it probably isn’t BVD – likely to just be them being turned out onto grass for the first time.
But to be sure, they need to keep them away from the pregnant animals, and also be extra careful with hygiene.
Now that that’s sorted (for the time being):
[David] “I’m going to self-medicate. With some Grundy cider!”
Mike’s a fibber
Jim’s doling out the Cider Club’s share of the Community orchard cider (produced by Grundy enterprises).
But Mike turns up with a slightly larger than usual flagon.
[Mike] “That’s a standard Borchestershire flagon, that is”
When Jim queries how many litres it holds:
[Mike] “Oh now, this is an ancient traditional measure, you wouldn’t use litres”
When Jim then asks how many pints, Mike responds that it’s a flagon!
Jim is not convinced, so goes away to get a measuring jug. Bert Fry asks Mike what on earth he’s on about.
[Mike] “Just back me up, alright!”
Seems Mike was never taken-in by Jim’s mathematical magic in working out what gets what share of the cider.
[Bert] “It looked complicated enough”
[Mike] “He blinded us with science”
Seems Mike won his argument. Though I found it a bit odd David got his share from the Grundy share (David is a member of the club, but didn’t do any work on the Community Orchard – that leaves it up to him and the Grundys to work out what/why he gets from their share).
As they sup up, all agree it’s a grand drop.
[Jim] “Enough for a very convivial year ahead”
Jim doesn’t like Brian
Or his Super Dairy.
[Jim] “He really is the most insufferable pompous self-centred man, don’t you think?”
[Vicky] “Well, he can be quite charming at times”
[Jim] “Yes, I grant you, he can put in a carapace face of charm when he’s trying to sugar-coat this megalomaniac scheme to blight our glorious countryside with a monstrous industrial edifice”
Jim is also furious that BL are trying to bride local opinion with cash donations and pints of shires.
[Jim] “Then he’s heading for the biggest disappointment since Sibinus trusted the word of Ambiorix the Gaul, and we all know how that ended!”
[Vicky] “Erm, was he the one with the potion?”
Well, Vicky guessed better than I could have!
Challenge Alan
I’ve been very slow to pick up on that joke … ho hum.
Bert was today remarking on the change in Jim – that he’s back to his cantankerous old self after finishing Alan’s lent challenge (so it was really Alan’s Challenge, but I won’t split hairs).
On the other hand, Vicky is delighted that normal service has resumed.
[Vicky] “Let’s just say that some people aren’t born to make compliments”
Hello Ifty!
Iftikhar (who everyone calls Ifty) popped into the Village shop today, on his way to find the cricket ground.
Vicky seems quite giddy as she’s talking to him. When he mentions that everyone’s welcome to come to the youth nets (including girls):
[Vicky] “Ooh, I think I’m a bit too old!”
(though he didn’t pay a compliment of saying she didn’t look too old).
After he’d left:
[Vicky] “Ooh he’s lovely isn’t he, I’m not surprised about the girls .. they’ll be flocking to nets!”
Now love interest for Helen/Fallon/Kirsty ahoy!
Anyhoo – back to the business in hand. Seems Ifty is happy enough that girls do come to nets. Though he concurs with local opinion that only boys and girls of primary age can play together. Older ones can practise fitness together, but not skills.
Ifty sounds like quite a nice chap indeed. He’s volunteered to work with the young ‘uns because:
[Ifty] “I got my chance when I was young because people offered their time”
2 comments:
I'd managed to miss what BVD stood for, but thought it was time I looked up what scouring is - then wished I hadn't!
Aye - farming isn't all pretty lambs ;)
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