Frederick had a rather laissez faire attitude to what should have been the serious business of bringing up their children. He thought them to be “self-raising” rather like the flour they had milled for generations. His wife Ada would have favoured a more rigorous approach to “sort out the wheat from the chaff” as she put it. However, Frederick held sway and so they were left to play dodge beneath the creaking sails of the mill and hide up in the tower amongst the gears, shafts and hoists. Soon they would be dispersed across the county, like seed in the wind, each installed in their own mill; thus the cycle of life turned slowly round.
Norman was a keen student of history. His political leanings were, as one might expect, towards the red end of the political spectrum. His dyslexia (ironically a most difficult word to spell at the best of times) had caused him to misread the familiar battle cry as “Workers of the world untie”. This nevertheless made perfect sense to Norman; surely they would have to do a deal of untying to be able to cast off the shackles or such like of capitalist oppression. Not one to foment discord among his comrades he contented himself with striking heroic poses as he broadcast the seeds for next year’s crops.
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Leonard’s unofficial title, as bestowed upon him by his many and varied employers, was handyman. He regarded himself as a jack of all trades. That he was master of none was apparent from the absence of a full set of working fingers and thumbs. An accident involving a careless cigarette and his petrol can had also caused him extensive burns. The village children teased him mercilessly; “Was you wearing a blazer?” or “Alight here!”, they taunted. .
Doris said when George had put the Christmas tree up could they swap and she would trim the tree while he finished putting up her new garlands as she didn’t like standing on the ladder, George said he had never seen so much tinsel and glitter in one place except in Santa’s grotto and he hadn’t realised she was going to clean Woolworths out when she said she was going to get a few new decorations, Doris said nothing he said would make a difference she loved them all and it would look magical and she especially loved her little gold table tree , she said she didn’t think she would want to take them down. #cottagelife#lifeofgeorge#georgeanddoris#leadtoys#leadfigures#dollhouse#miniatures
John wondered whether with some effort and extra downward thrust he might propel Cissie, his little sister, into the big oak tree. Cissie clung on grimly, a rictus grin distorted her otherwise delicate features. Next time she would not respond so readily to John’s apparently innocent inquiry; “Let’s play see-saw, Cissie.” The beastliness of boys would dog her in later life and she would trace its origins back to that horrid see-saw.
Confident in matters concerning deportment and sartorial colour coordination, Phyllis and Dilys were much in demand as bridesmaids and had even been to the Big House for tea. They were resolute enough to take an elderly Aunt’s sour observation; “Green, such a difficult colour for a lady”, in their elegant stride. However, they both wondered if they were forever fated to be the bridesmaid but never the bride.
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George walked in to a very upset and angry Marjorie telling doris her woes.Albert had had the day off work and Marjorie thought they would have a lovely day in town Christmas shopping some lunch and a film but when they got there albert was straight in the bookies and said he would wait there while Marjorie shopped and he would meet her in the pub at 1 o clock for lunch and a drink,Marjorie said she done her shopping and caught the bus home as she wasn’t going to have the lovely day she planned and why couldn’t he be more like George.Doris said Albert was many years on his own and was set in his ways so it would take a long time to change him, she said that she and george would go to town with her and find Albert as he would only be in one of two places and they would all go to see a film and have a lovely dinner out, she said being angry with him would just make him more stubborn and Marjorie needed to behave as if she was happy with his ways and gradually get him round to her way of thinking instead of going in all guns blazing as it would just make herself unhappy in the end #lifeofgeorge#georgeanddoris#leadgarden#leadfigures#miniatures#dollhouse
His impending nuptials should have been reason enough for Daniel to view the future with some optimism. However, cursed as he was with a tendency to worry and a predilection for what he termed “non-specific melancholia”, he instead felt a sense of impending doom. This foreboding was not manifested by some mythical black dog nor an ominous cloud but instead felt like a thickening of the air around him and which slowly suffocated him as he went about his daily tasks.
As he surveyed the sodden fields, he thought “feet of clay” summed up his lot in life in more ways than one.
George came in from work to the sitting room upside down, he felt a cloud pass over him. Just in time said Doris I am having a change around for Christmas and need you to move the fish tank to the opposite wall , it won’t take 5 minutes and I have made some lovely soup for lunch which is keeping warm on the stove. George knew that if he wanted a peaceful afternoon it was best to do it right away or he would never get his lunch and doris once on a mission couldn’t be put off #lifeofgeorge#georgeanddoris#cottagelife#leadfigures#miniatures#dollhouse
George came into the kitchen to a marathon Christmas cake making session, he said he thought she learnt her lesson last year of trying to do one huge tub of mixture to save time as they needed him to hold the bowl still while they made sure it was evenly combined.Doris was making them as Christmas presents and Marjorie was kindly lending herself and her oven to help in return for a Christmas cake, doris said it was all part of the fun #cottagelife#georgeanddoris#lifeofgeorge#leadgarden#leadfigures#leadtoys#miniatures#dollhouse
Muriel’s father insisted she ride side-saddle even when riding to hounds. “More becoming of a lady” was his justification. However, with the connivance of Jim the stable lad, she had on occasions transgressed. She enjoyed the greater sense of freedom and control over her horse that came with a more conventional riding position. She was, however, unsure if the light headed sensation she experienced was due to the illicit nature of the act, the close proximity of Jim as she mounted, or the movement of her horse beneath her. .
Mowing even stripes on the expansive lawns of the Big House was an exacting task. Albert was more than capable and adjusted the blades by fractions of an inch to ensure an optimal cut. In his spare time, he could be found in his shed constructing model steam engines. His shed was his sanctuary and no one else had ever crossed the threshold. Apart from his tools and jars of screws in ever diminishing sizes there was, secreted behind the shelves, some literature of a type and persuasion that bore no relevance to the pursuit of his hobby. Albert would have been well advised to destroy this lest it be found after his death. But, oblivious to his own mortality and the feelings of those who survived him, Albert overlooked this simple precaution.
Mavis was not the sentimental type. Mentally she had closed the door on Harry and their dalliance some time ago. She would see him from time to time in the local town and when she did her skin would prickle with what she took to be embarrassment. Had she been pressed she would have been unable to recall much of their time together. One detail had however remained with her. It concerned her summer dress, a simple cream creation embroidered with small flowers at the neckline and along the thin shoulder straps. She recalled how on returning home from seeing Harry her mother had scolded her for the grass stains which she said had ruined the dress. Mavis, ever the quick thinker, had to concoct an explanation which her mother termed “cock and bull”. Mavis struggled to suppress a grin; certainly there had been some of that.
On her usual Sunday stroll, collecting wildflowers from the verges as she went, Miss Dobb was blissfully unaware that she was forever to remain Miss Dobb. Despite bearing none of the physical scars of the Great War, she was as much one of the walking wounded as the men who had returned to the parish. Her place in the footnote of history was of a statistical nature; one of the thousands of young women of that time who were fated never to marry because of the numerical imbalance in the sexes caused by the ravages of war. Nevertheless, her stride was purposeful and confident as she negotiated her way along the perpetually muddy lane.
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Harry often thought of Mavis. They had spent but a few days together and that was a very long time ago. His thoughts were interrupted as he paused to watch the damselflies as they hovered and darted over the pond. Arrow-like, the intensity of their intent was dazzling. He realised that he and Mavis had lived a whole life in those few days; they had met, laughed, loved and parted. Now, as he looked back, it all seemed to be about leaving; the outline of her body pressed into the grass after she had gone, the feel of her wet hair across his cheek and a half glance back as she left.
Vintage Ral Partha Three Headed Troll
I bought this around '83/'84 at a little Mom and Pop hobby store in Havelock North Carolina. I remember seeing it there in the rack for quite some time, and finally decided to pick it up with my hard earned allowance money. I painted it with Testors enamels immediately. For some reason this has always been with me, some 35 years later. .