i think i will start a diary but there is a definite slope to the hill

I have decided that I will write a journal, after all lots of famous people have written journals, look at Samuel Pepys although I promise I will not write in code or bury Parmesan cheese in the garden.  I don't know what to call my diary, my nephew Kev who drives the tractor and is not to be confused with my other nephew Kev who owns a motorcycle or Kev who has a sewing machine thinks I should call it "Much-Spondying-in-the-Marsh Manual" but I said that sounds vulgar and I am a refined genteel lady not given to reading or writing manuals.  I do love history, there is so much of it around, I feel I could read a history book a week if it wasn't for all the dates and the appalling people who seem to pop up in the story.  I said as much to that dear historian Michael Wood who came to our village trying to find the right place for his history series. We offered him our village, after all we have a perfectly preserved ducking stool next to the duck pond, although we don't agree with drowning witches. Sharon from the leisure centre volunteered to be tipped into the water, she teaches swimming to seniors so she is used to putting her face in water, we have a renovated bear baiting ring - I know it is used as a sand play pit by the toddlers club but we could have taken the sand away and borrowed a bear from the nature reserve down the road but dear Michael Wood felt somehow we didn't quite fit his series. Having thought about all this history I think I will call my journal "The Musings of a Refined Country Woman Who is Now a Permanent Resident of Much-Spondying-in-the-Marsh".  There is a lot to write about; my neighbours although I don't like to dwell upon the afflicted and all the events of our busy village but now I have decided upon a name I don't know what to write next.  I do know that with the changing of the seasons we Much-Spondyians must keep warm and not sit in draughts as that won't help the bones and the aches and pains will start in earnest. Kev says he likes the title of the journal so that's all set, now I will just bath the dog and then pop out to the duck pond to feed the ducks and think about history, I don't know where to start.