Sunday, October 5, 2008
A Good Night's Work
I’d exhausted most of the archives by the time you could see the sunburst circling the gas cooling towers* I had achieved my objectives, however. I’d discovered where St. Ethan’s etching of St. Marples were located (in the unique volume ‘Doomed Epitaphs to the Glory of God in Hertfordshire’ (1912) at the British Museum ) and ascertained that the land upon which St. Marples was built – and, indeed, much of Laverstone – was still owned by the Squire, who in this instance was the Lord of Laverstone Manor, Frederick Waterman.
I was able to borrow the relevant deeds and notices and nipped to the Call-Quik** next door but two to use their photocopier. They weren’t open but when has that ever stopped a demon. As a token piece of deviltry I emptied it of toner and gave it a paper jam.***
I replaced all the originals in the library and arranged the photocopies in a document wallet ready to meet the council. First there was the delightful anticipation of a full English breakfast and a visit from an imp with a bagful of money.
*They were torn down in 2006 (or will be, from this perspective.) Though they were torn down because they were old and outdated, many people were sad to see them go. The sight of the twin columns of bright orange rust was a landmark that motorists traveling up the A6 referred to it as the ‘Armpit of England.”
**There is a special part of Hell reserved for those that take such liberties with language. It involves dictionaries.