Welcome to the Pink Paradise.

Where will this journey lead me? -- I don't know.

Today, Caroline on table 14, told me that the shop in the next village was threatened with closure. There wasn't enough passing trade apparently.

Mrs Lindsay offered the comment that the problem was that they didn't offer what everyone wanted. After all it isn't useful to be only offered gourmet fooods when you have a pension and just need things like Heinz baked beans and Mcvities digestives.

I am sure there will be more on that as the weeks go on.

The village is still getting over the latest affair of the local plumber. He succumbed after 25 years of marriage to the lovely Brenda to a 19 yearold student that was staying here for an archeaological dig.

I think that the latest developments are that he his sorry and he wants to come home. Obviously, a bedsit in Chester was not what he was used to and his passion for his paramour was not enough to replace the luxuries of ensuites and hot tubs in the back garden.

Tut, tut!! I hear you say. Don't be so cynical, perhaps he realised he really loved his wife. Well maybe.

Anyway the hot dishwasher is calling and the menus need typing so I had better sign off until there are any more exciting installments of life here in the village.