Mary stood in her kitchen admiring the white flowers on her huge mock orange bush,She looked down at the floor where some 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
Mary was lost in wonder at the chemicals in coffee which make it more intractable to remove.
The back door opened and in dashed Annie her neighbout.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 sourceof 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 saandy beach by the lovely wire Fence which divided them from their former homes in Israel and they didn’t have to pay any cash for this well designed barrier
Now and then one might see an ambulance.Possibly, like my 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.
A Palestinian nurse/paramedic was always there ecquipped with her sewing box to stitch people up right where they were enjoying their day out.Now and then one was targeted by some loon nearby who had somehow got hold of a gun and some wonderful butterfly bullets.Well life is a gamble/
Still, we all need some risk Otherwise we would get terribly bored or if Spanish, gored.
Even in the USA there are often accidents like this.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.And the odd wife being murdered by her dear husband.
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?
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
How my heart sings 