Continuing Story of Cressroads

Lower House of Windsor - Hi Momma, Poppa and Daisy-May Graig, who have fewer than four days to prepare for the threatened post-natal appearance of Bamps.

Messaging to confirm that, all but the minute the clocks go forward an hour, Bamps is scheduled to attempt the 120-mile drive from the water meadows of Cressroads to the valleys of Rhondda Cynon Taf at the wheel of his 18-year-old Escort LX for an air-force-blue Ford racer.

If you like, time for Alresford’s septuagenarian town hack to whisper goodbye to his adopted Dorset Copper Arms-of-Tichborne for six days, and to head west for his Egyptian welcome from your Pontypridd Landlord Saad, former Met police officer, who quit the force to pump pints of bitter Welsh Brains from behind the bar of his Morning Star.

What most troubles nine-day-old Daisy Mae’s Bamps-the-Blog this evening is whether or not he can afford to put on hold as many as half-a-dozen ever more pressing tales of town and country scheduled for the upcoming pages of his Continuing Story of Cressroads?

Or for him to want to imagine exchanging life in Cressroads for that in South Wales when Daisy-Mae’s one uncle is returned home to do battle with a mental breakdown, while that uncle’s younger brother continues to seek gainful employment at the end of six months going on seven, and the family cat is known to have enjoyed better health.

In fact, bets are taken on who will outlast the other.

Will Trixie, an 18-year-old arthritic moggy, be first of three to depart this mortal coil?  Or will Wings for Bamps’ beloved but gas-guzzling, four-wheel Escort of the House of Henry Ford be sentenced to ascend to the breaker’s yard in the sky?

Most bets, however, are placed on a once upon a time Fleet Street by-line become a wrinkly bamps  outliving his borrowed time before, during and after hours twixt his Acer laptop, leaning on the bar of his favourite Tichborne Arms dubbed Blog Central by the BBC and plotting who is next for boarding another of his  flights of fancy.

Until Sunday’s 1600-hour ETA Pontypridd,

Grumpy Bamps

p.s. When suddenly we have a problem unlocking and relocking Wings’ petrol cap.