At 8 o’clock this morning, the letter box rattled and suddenly the books were here!!
The Secret Adventures of Rolo Book 1 Athelstan and the Time Tunnel is now available by post directly from http://www.debievans.com and will be officially launched on Saturday 8th March at St Peter’s redundant church, Marlborough High Street from 1000-1200 and in Woodborough opposite the Garden Centre from 2-4pm. Rolo will of course be in attendance and giving paw prints!
Today we went for a romp on the gallops just off the Beckhampton roundabout. I met 3 lively bichon frise little white teddy bears and had a marvellous hour play session whilst our people chatted. We’ve learnt a new circular walk and had a wonderfully windswept hour.
Oh yes and my book The Secret Adventures of Rolo is being delivered in the next day or so! Am poised to become a v famous rescued dog but won’t let it go to my head. Promise.
How cathartic does it feel to have done an early December Spring-clean? I have been hoarding second hand books on all manner of subjects, since I was about 18. My obsession began with a handful of c1840s Punch volumes…shredding leather and rusty dust at every handling but I secured the 6 volumes for £2 at a market, loving the idea of the stories they could tell. I added a few volumes of the Spectator c1750 and then found I couldn’t walk past an ‘old book’ shop or car boot or market stall without adding to my collection. 3 decades on, I have decided to weed them out. I’m hanging on to my history of art books and a few favourites; Cassels Book of the household – I have 3 out of 4 volumes of Edwardian social skills and domestic tips; various Edward VIII and George V and VI royal yearbooks; Wayside and Woodland blossoms c1899 (invariable for nature reference)…but the rest, the nice man from Dominic Winters (book auctioneers, South Cerney) tells me are worthless. One book in the whole collection is worth around £50 and that’s a very nice edition of Byrons poetry, leather bound and shining in gilt..he advised me not to ‘donate’ that. I have delivered the rest (about 5 boxes) to Oxfam Books in Marlborough who received them with open arms. I will try to sell the Biggles hard back collection (c1960s) and the Spectators on ebay but must admit its very cleansing to have emptied the box room of the musty tomes of popular editions of Dickens, Goldsmith, Trollope, etc etc….next to donate all those paperbacks!
Sorry peops too busy being interviewed for Mummys new book to do any serious blogging….but watch this space because she is writing away busily and using me for inspiration so any Rolo fans out there will be able to read all my adventures really soon!
Rolo here. Well it’s been a while peeps….something funny happened this morning. Mummy dropped a jar of marmite and it hit the kitchen floor. Hard. Shattered. Mummy and the jar. I tried to lick it up but Mummy put me outside because their was glass in it. Funny stuff – love it or hate it – I guess I love it but then I eat anything – I’m a Jack Russell!
Saturday morning is special as Mummy and I walk down to the High Street. I like going past Greggs as there are invariably bits of sausage roll and other crumbs on the pavement. People are messy eaters. Ditto the sorting office in Hughendon Yard as that’s where the posties eat their snacks and drop stuff for me to hoover up. Maybe I could get a job with Wiltshire Council? Everyone talks to me in the High Street and I had the whole Building Society queue in fits of laughter as I peered anxiously into the bank looking for mummy as she tied me up outside and I kept seeing her appearing and disappearing as the automatic door opened and closed. She was longer than 5 minutes so I howled. And then everyone on the market laughed because I greeted her like she’d been away for 3 weeks not just 7 minutes. But what do you expect? I’m a rescued dog.
I love the changing of the season from Summer to Autumn…for one thing there are radiators to snuggle up to and I seem to sleep more at this time of year as mummy and the floppy haired boy fight over me for a cuddle. I even get tucked up in a blanket in my doggy bed at night. I like bedtime – after I’ve been out for a quick bark round the garden of course, to make sure there are no pesky cats or pigeons. I sleep in a bit longer as well because it doesn’t get light quite so early…anyway mummy made a blackout curtain for my bedroom. Great walks at this time of year too…these were taken yesterday at Caen Hill locks, Devizes.
I may well be Giffords Circus’ most devoted Marlborough fan. My love affair with Giffords Circus started back in 2001, their second year of operation. My children were then aged 10, 8 and 4. Ok they’re all grown up now but I’m not and they still want to come with me. I get a real sense of excitement when the maroon coloured caravans roll into town and pitch up on the Common for the end of summer two week residency (usually last week of August/First week of September). It used to be an ‘end of Summer Holiday treat’ before we returned to Dubai but now we are permanently based here, it’s as eagerly anticipated as Marlborough College Summer School and Christmas by Candlelight at St Georges church, Preshute.
What I love about Giffords Circus is that I laugh out loud and smile so much for the entire two hour duration. It is a family show and old fashioned in the sense that it is extremely good clean and funny entertainment and well worth the ticket money. I love the horses, being in awe of anyone who can vault. I love the goose. I especially love the bear and am glad he had a bigger role this year. The musicians are always good and the music lively and original.
Tweedy is undoubtedly the star – his slapstick is hilarious. I just look at him and laugh. I love his iron which he trails around by the lead – I believe it’s called Keith. I also love the very tolerant chicken. The hairy bits were scary!!
The new guy who does rope work and clowning activities is wonderful. I met him in the High Street and had a chat. Lovely man. Love the Russian acrobats and the Frenchman who walks up and down the staircase on his hands.
I really really love Bibi and Bichu the bare chested Ethiopian juggling brothers. Who wouldn’t. I also love the goat and the general feeling of bonhomie exuding from the cast.
Great story this year – who wouldn’t want a secret gypsy pipe smoking half sister as gorgeous as the very talented poster girl of Lucky 13?!
Every year I come away from the Big Top filled with a glorious glow of Giffords happiness. I look forward to seeing how they can top this show next year!