Vernacular

A bit of an odd day. I ended up in ‘tinny Martin’s’. The last time I was in there the man behind the counter had black hair … completely white now.
For once I remembered to go in search of rushes and have finally made my first St.Bridget’s cross (extra … blessing the sofa) with the hypnotic help of freespiral’s friend Mr Calm and Posh (he really does say ‘orf’ for off). I realise now that he had the advantage of a fine crop of rushes. The ones I found were all thoroughly sheep bitten until I found some in High Close. I got a bit impatient towards the end because my tea was getting cold … hopefully St.Bridget won’t mark me down too harshly for a first effort.