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Marmalade
A silly poem with no meaning

Warm and snug in my bed am I Watching my thoughts drift idly by, Wondering if I’d remembered to buy, Some marmalade for breakfast.

Asleep and awake I pass the night, Wait to see the sky get light, Dream of tasting the first sharp bite, Of marmalade for breakfast.

Hear pigeons waking on the roof, The milkman’s horse on hard shod hoof, Oh how I wish I had some proof, There’ll be marmalade for breakfast.

Say hello sun and goodbye moon, Time to be getting up quite soon, And running in my head like a tune, Hope there’s marmalade for breakfast.

The toast is ready, a golden brown, Reach for the jar and get it down, Hooray, there is no need to frown, There’s marmalade for breakfast!

R J Hough

VILLAGE DIARY

By Graham Virgo

I have recently been made a trustee of a Village hall in a village a few miles away from Gamlingay.

As a result it has been brought home to me how significant such halls are to village life and also the responsibility which is borne by those who are in charge of such buildings. There are a large number of general maintenance issues to consider, but there are also big issues about health and safety, access for the disabled and the appropriate use of such buildings for the benefit of the whole of the community. We are, of course, well provided in Gamlingay and the Hatleys with halls of various descriptions. These are very important facilities in the villages as reflected by the wide variety of activities which occur within them, including sporting activities, children’s work, dramatic activities and a wide variety of social activities. I am sure that many of us simply take these facilities for granted and fail to consider the important work of those who are responsible for managing them. I am sure that I speak for many in the village when I record in this diary my gratitude for the hard work of these people.

One of the other facilities in the village which I for one too often take for granted is the Fitness Workshop at the Village College. I recorded in an earlier Diary my resolution to attend the Gym regularly. Unfortunately, my attendance has not been as regular as I had hoped but, following the eating of rather too many Easter eggs, drinking a bit too much beer and purchasing a book entitled ‘Banish that belly’ (this is fast becoming Gamlingay’s version of Bridget Jones’ Diary) I have made renewed efforts to attend the Gym. I have been attending on and off for about two years now and I continue to enjoy it, despite the odd embarrassing experience.

I did fall off the jogging machine once when I was momentarily distracted and I remain embarrassed by my inability to lift heavy weights. Am I the only person who lifts weights on one of the machines of, say, 30 kilos and, when the exercise has been completed, adjusts the weights so that it looks as though I had lifted 60 kilos? I am also starting to learn the words to some very cheesy pop songs and also some very odd ways of describing different parts of my anatomy. But, at least the exercises are starting to work. My belly is starting to be banished or, slightly more accurately, seems to be shifting to another location. And finally, if you wish to banish your own belly, or move it about for a bit of variety, then do join the Gym, but also drink a lot of water since, so my book tells me, it helps to clear out your system. Maybe I should start a new health section in the Gazette to complement ‘Green Wellie’, perhaps I should call it ‘Pink Belly.’

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