The Sandbag Times Issue No: 38
The Veterans Magazine
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Villager of the Month Hilda Ffinch:<br />
<strong>The</strong> Bird With All <strong>The</strong> Answers<br />
Meet Mrs Fox...<br />
Hilda Ffinch, Little Hope's very own Agony Aunt (page 5 of the<br />
Little Hope Herald) was easily bored and terribly rich. She<br />
loved nothing better than taking on the problems of others<br />
and either sorting them out or claiming that she'd never heard<br />
of them if it all went tits up and they had to leave the district<br />
under cover of darkness having followed her sage advice.<br />
"Mrs Fox! Mrs Fox!" shouted Constable Clink<br />
excitedly, "I do believe I can see your pussy!"<br />
Mrs Fox allowed herself a brief moment of panic<br />
before shouting back "Kitchener's at home,<br />
dear! This is me fox fur!"<br />
Letter Of <strong>The</strong> Month<br />
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Born 'behind the Colours' to military parents somewhere<br />
in India at a date she keeps conveniently forgetting<br />
to mention, Lavinia Fox is the central character in<br />
the Chronicles of Little Hope. Terribly ‘Old school’ with<br />
an upper lip stiffer than a gentleman’s over-starched<br />
collar (I kept that one clean, impressed?) Mrs Fox is a<br />
hardy perennial Girl Guide, a diarist, an avid collector<br />
of odd people and – given half a chance - the scourge<br />
of the Wehrmacht.<br />
Is there a Mr Fox? Well yes. Brigadier Fox (Basil) is<br />
engaged in top secret work at the War Office and only<br />
ever manifests as a voice at the other end of a random<br />
telephone call, he and Lavinia manage to avoid actually<br />
bumping into one another for much of the war.<br />
Keep up to date with<br />
Mrs Fox and all the<br />
escapades of Little Hope<br />
www.mrsfoxgoestowar.co.uk<br />
Twitter: @mrslavinafox<br />
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Dear 'Worried Mum',<br />
Firstly, sort your grammar out, one cannot simply start a<br />
letter with the words 'Teenage son', one is missing an<br />
initial possessive pronoun!<br />
Which regiment will your son be joining? If it's a ruftytufty<br />
desert commando lot then yes, absolutely use lard<br />
- it will come in handy for loosening tight nuts and<br />
attracting highly nutritious cockroaches should the food<br />
situation become dire. Other than that the answer is an<br />
unequivocal '<strong>No</strong>!', unless of course you want him to take<br />
up with a lady of dubious morals thereby endangering<br />
the validity of your heirs and successors. <strong>No</strong> nice girl<br />
will walk out with a fellow who smells of bacon and<br />
attracts cats.<br />
Yours,<br />
Hilda Ffinch<br />
<strong>The</strong> Bird With All <strong>The</strong> Answers<br />
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