My wife Jennifer enjoys
reading all kinds of books. One of her favourite series is by Gervase Phinn,
The Little Village School novels. She has just finished reading the fifth, Secrets at the Little Village School
(2016). Over the years, I’ve been apprised of several hilarious snippets so I
hope at some point to read them too. They appear to be acute observations of
the life and loves of teachers, parents, children, and village people in
Barton-in-the-Dale.
To give you a flavour, here’s
an extract from the start of Chapter 6:
Mrs Sloughthwaite was a
mistress of the malapropism and the amazingly inventive non sequitur. She
managed to mangle the English language like a mincer minced meat, often to the
amusement of her customers. She would comment on the colourful enemas that flowered
in the tubs by the village green, the Mongolian tree with the beautiful
blossoms, the chameleon bush in the churchyard and the creeping hysteria that
grew up the wall on the rectory. She would bemoan the fact that the lovely
buddleia bush in her back garden was full of atheists. She would enquire of her
clientele if they favoured semtex in their tea instead of sugar, if they wanted
evacuated milk or the semi-skilled variety and if they preferred orgasmic
vegetables instead of the ordinary sort.
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