In the nearby glen the Morris Dancers are practicing, the redwing blackbirds are staking out new territory, and the sun is peeking out to see if all is ready. Perhaps it is time to clean out the Mudcat Tavern from the winter blahs, and prepare it for a frolicksome springtime. Well, let us get our little pail of water and our brushes, and quietly open the door to our friendly little home away from home.....
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well, not too bad considering.... Anyone for a drink before we roll up the old sleevaroonies?
yours, Peter T.