25/01/2008 by Madge.
Here we are again, Rubble Clubbers, and I hope your little pets are all free of the winter blues. They do get a bit sulky around now, but it’s only natural. When I spot the blues coming(the down-turned corners of the mouth give it away) o I stoke the fire up a bit, wrap them in my magic red blanket, get them all on my knee and rock them all till they go a bit sleepy. It seems to chase the blues away till next time. When they wake up the following Friday thet’re back to their cheerful selves again. Help yourselves to my home baking. It’s full of roughage, fresh from the quarry floor.
From my kitchen window I can see right across to the sea. It’s wild today, so I don’t think I’ll bother going to the cliffs for a rock hunt. When you’ve all gone home I’m off back to bed in fact. It might be that I’ve eaten too many rock cakes, but my tummy is a bit poorly today. I would go and visit Doc. Leaf, M.D., but he’ll be asleep for the winter. You can’t get him to answer the door even in summer, so there’s no chance in winter. No wonder he has a sign up saying ‘Nature cures while-u-wait’, because that’s all his patients get,… a long wait. Good job we Growbies are a hardy lot. I don’t know about you, Rubblers, but I’d rather fix myself up in my own little way anyway. A drop of this, a pinch of that, some power breathing, my magic red blanket and a big roaring fire. I’ll be better in no time.
Well, as nobody else seems to be coming to the meeting (strange!) I think I might have a little snooze for a bit. Help yourselves to anything you want, and chat amongst yourselves. Let your pet rocks mingle with each others to their heart’s content. Just give my rocking chair a gentle push from time to time, would you dears? Nature is curing me as I rock. I’ll be better next week. Your poorly friend, Madge Dumpling.
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