The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time

Recently, after one of our script readings, James found a dog in the road outside the ODS.  At first glance it looked hurt but on closer inspection it was OK, but apparently lost.  No-one in the group knew whose dog it was, and neither did anyone in the pub.  It did have a collar saying it was chipped, but no name, address or phone number.  What to do?

We phoned the local vet who said to bring it in and they would scan the chip and contact the owners.  The dog happily jumped into the back of Tessa’s car and then she and James took it to Cromwell’s in Huntingdon.  They read the chip, tried to contact the owners but got no answer, and so agreed to keep the dog in overnight and try again in the morning.  The owners lived in Somersham, which is two villages from Blunty, so it seemed that the dog had been on quite a trek.

That, we thought was that… until the following week’s script reading, when Linda told us she’d had a phone call from the vet about the dog.  It’s not her dog, but she now lives in the house where the owners lived when they had the dog chipped and registered. Fortunately she knows where they moved to, and so was able to help the vet get in touch with them and re-unite them with their wandering pooch. 

Where do they live now?  In Bluntisham, near to the ODS.  So it turns out that the dog hadn’t wandered several miles from Somersham; it had in fact done little more than cross the road, and then cross back again – via an overnight stay at the vet.  So this is one ‘tail’ with a waggy ending. 

 

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Too much sunshine? Have a barbeque!

In 2013 a crack acting unit was sent to the Old Day School in Bluntisham to commit crimes against frozen meat products.  These men promptly cowered under an awning in the playground.  Today, still wanted by the director, they survive as chefs of fortune.  If your garden is looking dry or your lawn is a bit lifeless… if no-one else can help… and if you can prompt them… maybe you can hire… The BaCStage BBQ-Team…

The morning of Saturday, May 4th dawned bright and sunny over Bluntisham.  By mid-morning the sun shone radiantly down from a clear blue sky onto the footballers in the park, the dog walkers (and their dogs), while others washed their cars, mowed their lawns or simply stared in confusion and awe at the big shiny round thing in the sky.  Old timers recalled having witnessed a similar phenomenon back in the long hot summer of ’76, while some of the more pale and pasty residents reported that bits of them had turned slightly pink.

All of that had changed by half past one in the afternoon.

The sky had reverted to its trademark slate grey.  Cold drops of rain fell in their multitudes, whipped about by a capricious breeze.  Lawn-mowers were stashed away in sheds and garages and the freshly-washed cars received several extra rinsings.  As one the village occupants shook their fists in futile gestures at the angry heavens and cursed the reckless fools who had caused them to open so repeatedly and emphatically.

Everybody knew that someone, somewhere, had lit a barbeque.

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Over at the Old Day School the guilty parties cooked merrily on, oblivious to the silent invectives of their sun-deprived neighbours.

Later in the afternoon there were reports that the sun had come back out, but these proved to be unfounded.

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It was just Peter’s shirt.

We may not have had much sunshine but we did see a rainbow, thanks to Becky’s marvellous cake.

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In the best of British barbeque tradition a good time was had by all, despite the best efforts of the weather.

But what of the BBQ Team?  Well, it would seem that the legendary Handrail Team have some serious competition!  Come to think of it, we haven’t been able to find them lately…

 

Sniggering like naughty schoolchildren

There have been echoes of times past at the Old Day School recently as we’ve sat around in a circle, some of us on authentically small primary-school furniture (we have big chairs too; it’s personal preference), sniggering like naughty schoolchildren.

What has prompted these outbursts of collective juvenile behaviour?  I’m glad you asked that.  We’ve been reading scripts for our next production.  Said production will be in November, but so far that’s all we know.  We’ve read and enjoyed several scripts so far, but have yet to choose one.  Things are complicated slightly by not knowing exactly how many actors we’ll have available, but on the plus side that gives an excuse to read a few more before finally making a decision.  Cue more sniggering all round.  Should anyone laugh so hard that they fall of their chair, at least they won’t have far to fall…