There’s a distinct lack of ‘craic’ in the village at the moment and, any tales that are going about seem to be more of the ‘bizarre’ and nonsensical!

I was chatting with Jill Waldock on Monday night, asking her if she’d heard any good craic around Cockfield, when she told me this little tale. I know it to be true, as the man it concerns was sat next to us!

Tupper had been at work - Todds Motorway maintenance - and on completion of his 22hr shift, or whatever daft hours he works, the lad was cold and wet. It had been pouring down all night and our hero was soaked to the skin. So, just like any normal person, what does Tupper do? STRIPS DOWN TO HIS UNDERPANTS TO DRIVE HOME!

Now if this isn’t bizarre enough, in the middle of winter and in the works van, our hero decides to tell everyone in the pub of his latest exploits. Jill said to him, “Where they Y-Fronts Tupper?” “NO” says our hero, “They were clean ones!” Followed by the even more nonsensical, “Skiminology, it couldn’t educate pork!”

Make of it what you will!

Mind you, we’re not adverse to the odd Tupperisem in our household.

Leanne, Diane and myself were sat chatting the other night, discussing who had been into the shop that day for a haircut.

“Liz Davidson’s been in and she’s growing her hair” remarked Leanne and I mentioned I’d had her daughter Joanne in on the same day. “Where does Claire Bolton (one of Liz’s other daughters) live now?” asked Diane. “I haven’t seen her in ages!”

“She’s in Toft Hill” say I. “I don’t think so,” says Leanne, “because I’ve seen Nigel (her husband) wandering about Cockfield on a morning!”

Of course you have Leanne…. HE’S OUR POSTMAN!!

Apologies to Nigel Bolton… I know your at work mate and not just wandering about!!