Hello Everybody, are you ready for a cup of tea and a good old fashioned biscuit? It’s the time of year when I begin to feel like gathering a hibernating kit together and finding somewhere warm and cosy to hide. I never actually do it but I am tempted. There is no time for such things as I will be opening my online shop soon and there is a great deal to be sorted out before that can happen. And I roll my eyes as I tell you that, of course, the little houses are being their usual helpful selves….
Living on the Edge 193; Rock Bottom…
“Cassandra? What ever are you doing?” enquired Hubert looking up from his book.
“Well,” said Cassandra, “ I have a feeling that we might be needing these pits soon, so I’ve just hollowed them out in preparation.”
“You and your confounded feelings!” replied Hubert dismissively and returned to reading. But as we are about to see, her work was indeed necessary and timely…
Two weeks earlier, Gideon had thrown caution out with the bathwater and, without prompting him to think the idea through, Polly had followed blindly. Their excitement bubbling up through their chimneys, rockers were ordered and they then droned on about how very bang on trend they would soon be.
The neighbours had looked on, not fully comprehending what was coming but well aware that it would most probably end in tears. It usually did. And then the rockers were fitted.
For the first hour Gideon and Polly were ecstatic with joy, rocking back and forth, giggling and whooping. But then, when they were exhausted, they quickly came to realise that they could not stop…
“I feel sick,” wailed Polly.
“Me too,” replied Gideon, alarmingly close to the edge.
Brenda, who had become the filling in a sandwich between the two of them, was beginning to feel a little nauseous herself as the two bounced to and fro squashing her in the process.
Next time Cassandra had a feeling, Brenda vowed she would do everything in her power to listen and assist… xxx
