Rubble Club 11/01/2008

11/01/2008 by Madge

Hello Rubble Clubbers,it’s Friday again, and it’s a good job I have got the fire lit because it’s freezing cold here in Rubble Club H.Q..
If it’s cold out there in cyber space, I hope you have got all those little pets of yours in a nice warm place. If you’re any good at knitting, now would be a good time to make them some fluffy little balaclavas. Don’t forget to leave a hole for their eyes and noses though. Winter is traumatic enough for a pet rock without being suffocated and blinded, albeit through kind intentions.
My theory is that this fear of winter(you can see it in their faces at this time of year, can’t you?) is something to do with their ancestral memory, going back to when they were out in the wild with no hope of rescue by the likes of us sentimental pet rock keepers. A sudden frost could shatter them if they’d
just been rained on. All those winter gales blowing rubbish all over them, it must have been terrible. Never mind, we’re here now, Rubblers, aren’t we?
I have made you all a tray of snacks, tuck in! I recommend those piping hot dry sand-roasted cinder puffs. No? What about some soft bonfire toffee. I sprinkled it with some nice crunchy sand to make up for it not being hard enough. As you can see, I am having to be creative all on my own here with the excess sand I keep sweeping up, seeing as none of you have written to me with your ideas for what I can do with it, despite ther being a fabulous prize for the best idea. Still, you know I’m not one to complain, and as it happens, I’m developing quite a taste for it. I’m thinking of writing a creative sand-user’s recipe book in fact. When I get it in print, it might be one of next season’s star prizes to add to that unwanted pet rock who has been packed up and ready to be shipped off to you for several weeks now.

I have to tell you, two lovely new club members joined the Rubble Club yesterday, Mandy and Kirsty. I hope they remember to come to the meeting, but the main thing is that they give their new pets a luxurious spot somewhere out of the cold. We all need that, Rubblers, don’t we?

I’ll see you next week, till then, keep rocking,

Your sand-encrusted friend, Madge Dumpling.