After the poll is over,
After the voting's done,
Mudford will be much duller,
No more election fun.
But ONE man will be more happy,
Not so disturbed in his soul (?),
WINKINS'S wife is come back now--
After the Poll!
Of course, I should have destroyed the card at once--but I was out
when it came, and MARIA read it first! What happened was a good
instance of the monstrous way in which one man's sin is another man's
punishment. In this case (1) it was my wife who had persisted in
going away, and (2) it was an unknown post-cardist who had written the
insulting doggerel. Yet I paid the entire penalty.
The great puzzle--who is the seventh councillor?--is still unsolved.
All that has happened so far is that Mrs. LETHAM HAVITT and Mrs. ARBLE
MARCH are no longer on speaking terms. It has leaked out that Mrs.
MARCH had more plumpers than Mrs. HAVITT, whereupon ructions--as
JACKY, who has just come home for the Christmas holidays says. I think
he's quite right.
Our Parish Council meets next Monday--on the 7th. With the New Year we
commence our reign of beneficent activity. I need hardly say that it
is certain that I am to be Chairman. My position on the poll suggests
it, common decency demands it, moreover I expect it. I refuse to
believe that I shall be disappointed.
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