Village Life!

    “A good day for it.”
    “If you say so, but a good day for what?”
    “Don’t be like that. The sun’s shining, the birds are singing.”
    “Yes and here we are on our way to the Town Hall for another meeting.”
    “Administration is a brutal taskmaster.”
    “Yes I know, but we did it the yesterday, the day before, the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that.”
    “What’s up with you this morning?”
    “The same thing that’s been up with me for the past two hundred and twenty seven days. I have become disillusioned!”
    “You can’t do that, it’s not allowed!”
    “Not allowed?”
    “How can you become disillusioned with The Village?”
    “Its not so much The Village, it’s the job, where is the job satisfaction?”
    “How do you mean?”
    “Well take yesterday for example. I sat in on a meeting that dragged on for hours discussing the question of a new clock golf!”
    “That’ not so bad, I sat in on a meeting discussing the new mural in the library.”

    “I didn’t know we have a library!”
    “Yes, a very fine one.”
    “Well talking about the new mural was like watching paint dry!”
    “Well have you ever played clock golf?”
    “Number Two is very active for his age.”
    “And what about this idea of the electrification of the clocks?”

    “He’s got ideas for new café facilities.”
    “What does that entail?”
    “Building a new café.”
    “But we already have a cafe.”
    “Well it looks very much like there’s going to be another one.”
    “It will put the other one out of business!”
    “Well you know what they say, a little healthy competition never hurt anyone! Next week I sit on the Committee for the construction of a new concert hall.”
    “What’s wrong with the old one?”
    “You obviously didn’t go to the folk music concert!”

    “And this new blue zone in the post, what’s that all about?
    “It’s only the repainting of the post boxes!”
    “Post boxes, who writes letters to anyone here?”
    “You know Number Two has gone on leave.”
    “Yes.”
    “Well he sent a very nice postcard to administration, it was a nice view of the beach looking back towards The Village, and wishing we were here.”
    “But we are here!”

    “Its sounds as though you need a spot of therapy.”
    “See you in the Cat and Mouse this evening?”
    “I’ll get them in, gin, whisky or Vodka?”
    “Doesn’t matter they all look and taste the same to me!”

Be seeing you