Hello Everybody, are you fine? I’ve just popped in to deliver a bit of light relief after what has proved to be a most vexing week. I’ll quietly close the door behind us and we’ll pretend we’re not in if the bell goes. I’ve put the kettle on and baked a few biscuits, so come on over to the table with me and draw up a chair whilst we listen to a tale of woe and feel fortunate that we are not Godfrey…
Living on the Edge 162; Time and Tide…
Godfrey stood on the beach soaked through and pale with exhaustion. Since the Automatic Tide Turner had broken last week he’d had to crank the sea in by hand twice a day but it was becoming increasingly difficult and irksome. He’d phoned the engineer several times to organise the urgent repair of the Turner. Annoyingly, he was waiting for parts to be shipped and so who knew when they’d arrive…
“Anytime now would be fine,” spat Godfrey to no one in particular.
It didn’t help that the kids were off school and were playing on the crests of the waves, whooping with delight. And they weren’t small anymore; they were adding to the weight he had to haul. The sea worn ropes were fraying and so was his temper… xxx