A brace of Ides of March blogs welcome folk back to their Continuing Story of Cressroads as pages of their Facebook twitter, flicker and joyously chorus the three-pound-ten-ounce arrival of tiny but perfectly formed Daisy-Mae into her magic land of laced leather eggs, dragons, wooden love spoons and ringing trebles of Telynau Telfi harps.

Forty leagues east of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit of Royal Glamorgan Hospital, where eight-week-early-Daisy-Mae is incubated to look to gain several more pounds in weight before going home to Pontypridd, the grandfather clock stood in Tichborne’s mediaeval, thatched Arms chimes time to wet the sleepy head of the latest addition to far away Llantrisant’s registry of Welsh births.

More besides! When Neath-born sports writer Tim Glover further challenges the spinal line-up for a back rub by Landlady Nicky Roper. “But … hey … Daisy- Mae,” grows the cheer led by Nicky and husband Patrick returned overnight from their week of Indian sunshine in southern Goa.

With Nicky tasked to ease Blogsbody’s back pain. Next 60-year-old Tim’s: “And any more of you in need of a rub down, before I enjoy my glass of wine?” hopes not their psychic landlady with as magic a touch as any tending relief to geriatrics on either side of the banks of the Severn.

Until she is stopped to share in a message from the town hack’s ex-wife, mother of their daughter Keogh, former manager of Tichborne’s Arms: ‘Congratulations granddad,’ texts Granny Underwood. ‘Brill news … so thrilled to hear Kee and her babe Daisy-Mae are doing well … Rich sounds bit spaced, poor chap … tooing and froing … and hasn’t quite taken in that he’s now a dad,’ the town hack reads aloud.

“Oh yes he has,” replies Bloggy.

And, catching the hint of a domestic pantomime in the making, daughter Keogh is reported by Rich to have seen his fiancée dive for cover under her fresh set of white hospital sheets.

“Fabulous news. How very exciting,” Meon Valley PPC George Hollingbery hears tell of Meonstoke’s shotgun protégé grown mother of Daisy-Mae gone to work in Cardiff in the wake of Chester and after her teenage years in Cressroads.

“Ask me,” forecasts Bloggy, “Meon Valley will go to Tory George, son of Comet; Martin Tod will take Winchester for the LibDems; and, representing most of Greater Cressroads, www (Winchester to Waterloo to Westminster) two-for-the-price-of-one-dot-com will ride the train together into the next parliament chatting for the good of all of our Hogshire sakes.

“George?" Who knows? But Bloggy is betting: "Education Secretary, before you can say Daisy-Mae-Irving-Mcarthur.” - www.blogsbody.co.uk