Mary stood in her kitchen admiring the white flowers on her huge mock orange.She looked down at the floor where half a tin of instant coffee she had spilled had become a large black mark.She tried mopping it with her squeegee mop after pouring some floor cleaner onto the mark.Alas, this did not work much
Mary was lost in wonder at the chemicals in coffee which make it more intractable to remove.She was once more lost in dreams and thoughts as she had been so many years ago giving lectures on Relatativistic Quantum Fairies.
The back door opened and in dashed Annie ,her neighbour.
Dressed today in purple and mauve, she was the picture of ripe female seductiveness achieved by artifice and art.Her mauvey grey eye shadow was bought on line from “Images of Wigan and West Mersea” a well known source of startling new colours for women’s faces.
Her smokey pink lipstick was glued to her lips by a special formula known only in the Wigan factory.Even nail varnish remover did not get it off so Annie made sure it was what she needed…. along with her 48 hour antiperspirant from Boots and her Channel 9 perfume which came with her new television set.
In fact, that was why she had bought the television.She already had 5 of them in her home so she was never without the chance to watch some Palestinians enjoying themselves on a sandy beach by the lovely wire Fence which divided them from their former homes in Israel provided free by the government or on HP for those who wanted to contribute
Now and then one might see an ambulance.Possibly, like Mary’s mother did in New Brighton in 1948 ,someone had stepped on a piece of broken glass and the paramedics always enjoyed a trip to the sandy picnic spot.It was too far for Dave to go from Knittingham.He was also following on TV to learn new methods of treatment
A Palestinian nurse/paramedic was always there ecquipped with her sewing box to stitch people up right where they were, enjoying their day out without a care in the world.
Now and then one was targeted by some loon nearby who had somehow got hold of a gun and some wonderful butterfly bullets so much safer than plastic ones.Still even butterflies cause storms.
We all need some risk in our life.Otherwise we would get terribly bored or if Spanish, gored.Even in the USA, there are often accidents like this or much worse.It is a real part of their culture unlike Britain, the calmest country in the West apart from a few teenage boys stabbing each other and a few more committing suicide for no valid reason.Not to mention a woman killed once a fortnight by her male partner
Mary got out a brillo pad and tried to scrape the marks off the kitchen floor.Annie found a wire wool scourer and they bent over scrubbing away as women always have loved to do after breast feeding their husbands and smacking the baby.Or is that the other way round? Or both?
Now it’s time for tea.Let’s ring 999 and ask for Dave to help out.Emile will do it with his paw if he is not asleep in a pan on a low heat.Luckily he can’t get inside the kettle yet
Wait for the rest tomorrow
How my heart sings 