We aren’t going to give in though. When we got fed up of thieves last summer, we brought the stall back up the lane to outside our house and – this is another sign of the times – hardly anybody could be bothered to make the journey and sales took a nose-dive.
So, the young poultry farmers have decided to persevere. Perhaps not putting as many eggs out in the first place might be sensible, as well as going down at lunchtime to gather up any money already left.
We had started as we’d meant to go along as well, with a note saying, “please don’t steal the money as this stall is run by children”. But obviously that wasn’t enough to prick the culprit’s conscience.
Mind you, when our offspring do gather any pennies, it’s a heck of a job to get rid of them at the bank.
In the current economic climate, any cashier who sighs or tuts at youngsters coming in with money to save should be ashamed of themselves.
When a whole generation has failed to save, they should be doing their utmost to encourage the habit. Our son was left stood at the counter for about 10 minutes while a girl went “around the back” without a word of explanation.
Perhaps she just hoped he’d gather up his coins and walk out?
They children have started to spend a bit of money now. They each had bets at last weekend’s point-to-point and they buy a comic when we go into town.
We have a pony living with us at the moment called Katie and her young grooms call her “Kate” after the Royal bride-to-be. It makes me feel guilty not to be planning some sort of celebration later this month. The Queen’s Silver Jubilee, in 1977, is one of my earliest memories. There was some sort of street party and we all came home with a commemorative mug.
There was a hopeful note in the parish magazine saying the village hall would be “free of charge” if anybody wanted to organise a Royal Wedding event.
But I suppose we all want to watch it on television, without worrying about sandwiches and seating arrangements.
The cinema in the nearby market town is planning a screening of the wedding, which seems a good way of getting a bit of atmosphere going.
What are readers planning? Perhaps there are some good ideas worth sharing. We live a mile out of the village and it suits me down to the ground, but on occasions like this it feels further.
The home where my grandmother lives is really going to town. Now there’s a generation that knows how to get the party started.