Lady Avonlea
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The new cafe in town looks lovely and will become a great gathering spot for the all the community (except Fanny)
Fanny went to one meeting, sent a cheque, and hasn't been back to town until the brocante & cafe opening day.
They are selling some wonderful local food products, but looks like they are selling someone else's honey and not Fanny's. Gosh, if Fanny still had her chickens, she could have sold her eggs there too.
So many volunteers and helping hands - except Fanny's giant man hands and Snorty's dainty digits.
Those who couldn't volunteer to do physical labour generously donated items, like the wooden peel. Except Fanny didn't do that either - she's clutching to the wooden peel she was gifted in Grabeaux for her condemned bread/pizza oven.
Surprise Fanny, the cafe has a wall mural of the shitoo painted in the 1960's, when the previous Marquis & Nadaillac family gave a fuck about the local community, were held in high regard and weren't the town jester.
Except for the local Marie, Fanny has no idea who any of these people are. Fanny can't stay and mingle because she's far too busy and she brought no money to buy a glass of wine or anything for sale in the cafe. But Fanny's not too busy to scurry back to the brocante and beg the owner to give her an ugly mirrored/plastic trimmed tray (that she doesn't even like) on a trial basis.
Fanny went to one meeting, sent a cheque, and hasn't been back to town until the brocante & cafe opening day.
They are selling some wonderful local food products, but looks like they are selling someone else's honey and not Fanny's. Gosh, if Fanny still had her chickens, she could have sold her eggs there too.
So many volunteers and helping hands - except Fanny's giant man hands and Snorty's dainty digits.
Those who couldn't volunteer to do physical labour generously donated items, like the wooden peel. Except Fanny didn't do that either - she's clutching to the wooden peel she was gifted in Grabeaux for her condemned bread/pizza oven.
Surprise Fanny, the cafe has a wall mural of the shitoo painted in the 1960's, when the previous Marquis & Nadaillac family gave a fuck about the local community, were held in high regard and weren't the town jester.
Except for the local Marie, Fanny has no idea who any of these people are. Fanny can't stay and mingle because she's far too busy and she brought no money to buy a glass of wine or anything for sale in the cafe. But Fanny's not too busy to scurry back to the brocante and beg the owner to give her an ugly mirrored/plastic trimmed tray (that she doesn't even like) on a trial basis.