Some of you may be familiar with the website Mrs Fox Goes To War which concerns the goings on of a wartime village and is written by the talented Julie Warrington.
One of the characters is an agony aunt called Mrs Hilda Ffinch to whom one may write for advice and guidance the following being the link to her page.
This is the second time I have had reason to consult Mrs Ffinch and am posting my communication for your amusement.
Dear Mrs Ffinch,
I have written to you before on my own account but I now find it necessary to communicate on behalf of my close friend and neighbour Mrs Aphelia Butox-Gently who is currently in dispute with a tradesman concerning some shoddy goings on.
My friend Aphelia had been promised a large erection to be placed up her back paddock, and had chosen a particularly strapping builder who looked more than capable of the task, sadly she was to be disappointed.
The erection in question was to be a folly, an extremely tall tower to be placed in her back paddock to the rear of her estate from which she had hoped to view the entire county of Hertfordshire, however the finished folly was to prove to be a very limp affair and not remotely the sort of erection she had hoped for.
Having seen the erection I can confirm that, not only was it considerably shorter than promised but was also bent, much in the fashion of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
To add insult to injury the young builder then offered to place a clock face on the tower as if to make amends, suggesting “it’s no use having the inclination, if you haven’t got the time.” Whatever that may mean?
I have offered Aphelia the services of my solicitor but as she has nothing in writing as to the size of the promised erection by the young builder I was wondering if it would be folly to continue with this legal action.
I would much appreciate your opinion on this matter as you may be more experienced in this field than I.
I remain, your obedient servant,