Have You Met the Mustards?
Mr Mustard is a kind, simple soul: a professional tuneless hummer who
dabbles in hurricane prediction. Violet, Doris (her majesty) likes nothing more than to lie in front of the
fire with a tin of evaporated milk for company, but reluctantly Mr Mustard has taken it upon himself to broaden the horizons of his
pet goldfish and, Horace Duck and Curiosity Cat live down the way. They often follow Mr Mustard about as they know he carries a secret stash of Spam to tide Doris over until teatime. In fact, Mr Mustard is so often out wandering the streets with his
menagerie that his wife is especially glad her oldest friend So consider yourself formally introduced to Ernest, Violet, Dot and Precious Macaroni, Audrey H., Doris Dog, a fish called Rover, Horace Duck and the cat. Keep your eyes peeled and you may start seeing them too. |
Ernest Hemmingway Mustard lives on the Brighton/Hove border with his
dear lady wife Violet and Doris, their rather grumpy, portly, Jack Russell.
the dear lady wife, is slightly stern, seldom smiles, but is a devil
for the Gypsy Creams. Although he doesn't quicken her pulse like a slightly
damp Mr D'Arcy, Ernest is a fairly reliable and generous husband who
will bring her a bar of Fry's Chocolate Cream and bunches of flowers
from other people's gardens. She got a whole trough of bizzie lizzies
once, and asked no questions.
accompanies the Mustards out of the house when she knows their pockets
are filled with humbugs. Of a weekend they walk on the Downs, and have
met with a lovely new friend. Her long eyelashes, swanlike neck and
elfin figure (disguised by her thick woollen coat) make one think of
Audrey Hepburn reborn as a sheep. Audrey would simply adore to live
with the Mustards, but they have such a small back yard, and what would
the neighbours think?
although it looks a little daft, he brings him on walks. Sometimes Rover,
a melancholy fish with tunnel vision and a not-so-enquiring mind, has
just started to come out of himself and looks forward to his trips into
the "big wide world of walking things".
is not too far away. Mrs J. B. Macaroni and her special littleScottie
dog, Precious number 7, live along the Eastbourne Riviera. It's quite
a bus ride so when she comes to visit, they really make a day of it.
They'll start off with a pub lunch or a picnic if it's nice, then find
somewhere for tea and cakes to finish off. After a bit of a wander,
it's fish and chips all round with extra crispy bits for Doris.