Rubble Club 14/03/2008

14/03/2008 by Madge

Hello Rubble Clubbers, Madge Dumpling here again, and what a week this has been! Spring mayhem! All the Growbies are up and about again now spring has sprung, and they’re all over the place, exploring Blackpool. We all moved here just in time to go to sleep for the winter, so there was no time for exploration then.

The first job for the plantation workers is to decide where to establish their new Blackpool plantation, which will be named the Spring Green, and it must be in the east, which is lucky, because if it had to be in the west it would be ending up on the beach, where it would be washed away along with all those sandcastles every time the tide turns.
At the moment, they are having to make do with scattering nettle seeds into a few plant pots behind the pottery, but they have designs on Gynn Gardens,just around the corner. If any of you Rubble Club members have a bit of land to offer them, all you have to do is offer, and they’ll turn it into the Spring Green quicker than you can say nettle patch.

One wonderful piece of information has arisen from the spring explorations is concerning those edible pink Blackpool rocks which I was hoping were the stuff of fairy tales to scare pet rocks off to sleep. The Growbies have been meeting the local residents and shopkeepers, swapping our famous(in Undergrowby) confectionary line, tangle-root crunch, for some sweet multi-coloured sugar sticks wrapped in clear paper, bearing the title “Blackpool Rock”. How dare they
use the word ‘rock’ so loosely? It looks nothing like a rock, does it? I dare say many of you Rubble Clubbers already knew what this Blackpool Rock legend was all about and not one of you thought to contact me to put my mind at rest about it. And there I was, thinking there were cannibals about with a taste for snacking on Blackpool-born pink pet rocks. Now I can stop bolting the door hiding all the pink rockies whenever I hear human footsteps outside. Blackpool rock sticks are very nice, but I still prefer tangle-root crunch. It’s that tantalising blend of dandelion root sugar and nettle stings. They make your taste buds tingle.
As for the sandcastle competition, I am awarding the prize to Headwin Boulder who is now the reigning Undergrowby sandcastle champion. As none of you silent shy cyber-space members even bothered to enter yet again, I have decided to sulk and not publish the photo of it, which is now on view on my mantelpiece. A copy will only be sent to all who take the trouble to send me an email requesting it. Headwin has won the box of pet rock paraphernalia including pet rock toilet, rocking chair, perch, feeding bowl and baby bed, along with three almost identical orphans who are triplets, found together in the rubble, a truly rare phenomenon. Now, Rubblers, aren’t you jealous? Well, it serves you right.
I’m of for a walk in the spring winds now, to see what I can find down there at the foot of the rocks down by the sea-front. The tide is out, so I might even risk going down and down and down onto the sand. Some foreign pet rocks may have tumbled in with the tide, lying there exhausted on the beach. It wouldbe too cruel to let them tumble out again.
I’ll be here again next week, Rubblers. Help yourselves to rock buns.
Your friend and devoted chairman, Madge Dumpling