Joan Read wrote about life on a farm struggling to make ends meet after father left it in debt. Happy ending with trip to USA. Sally had a haunting tale of her holiday in Scotland in a spooky house with a Marsh Goblin with a penchant for trying to get in ladies beds. John's amusing account of an accident caused by an irritated colleague whacking somebody over the head while he was driving.Ann turned excuses for not writing a story into a story. Sue on a holiday in a rural cottage saw an Indian with a bow and arrow hunting a deer that wasn't there.
Sheila wrote of a couples difficulties financially until they are employed by the local squire. Rosemary recounted her visit to the Holocaust memorial in Germany.
Brian all about Uncle Nobby and a trip to the pub. Joan took us on a walk around the local roads and lanes of Copythorne. I wrote of a threat that may one day happen, a giant solar flare.
Pat the winner this week all about Mrs Cross.
It Looked Like…
Mrs. Cross was cross. As the years passed she had grown into her name, so to speak. At the bus stop she stamped up and down to keep her feet warm. Why was the bus late on cold days? No point in complaining to the driver, its never their fault is it!
She alighted in the center of Totton noting the paper blowing alongside the empty tins and plastic bottles. What’s wrong with people, are they blind she thought crossly. She noted the locals, heads down against the wind, all in their own little worlds.
Outside of Asda the small trolleys were neatly lined up, she put in her coin, it stuck, and giving it a quick shake twisted her wrist. We wouldn’t have to do this if people didn’t steal the baskets she thought.
It wasn’t like this when she was young. You could leave bicycles, babies in prams, newspapers with honesty boxes…what has happened!
As she walked in the noise hit her sensitive eardrums. Loud mothers with equally loud children, don’t they realize that if they spoke softly to their children they would speak softy in return? Strolling along the news isle she noted the headlines, even they screamed at you. ”Blue Roon”shouted one ,isn’t £250.000 a week enough for kicking a ball around for 90 minutes, it won’t make you happy she thought.” EU lottery ticket unclaimed” screamed another. I pity the poor family that will be ruined by the £113 million. Whilst thinking about the EU she couldn’t understand why we are giving them £38.4 billion of our money and £12.6 billion to mostly corrupt foreign dictatorships! Foreign Aid indeed! Where will it all end..it looked like a never ending boom, gloom doom future for us all.
Mrs. Cross strolled on past the lady’s magazines with perfectly airbrushed faces on the covers. Who are they kidding…the gullable young she supposed. Can’t they see!
Shopping done she returned home to peace and quiet. As the night drew in her ears pricked up, the boom, boom of fireworks in the distance as another multi layered cruise ship sailed away. She could imagine the conversation…”This is our first cruise,” a self conscious couple in brand new outfits said” its for our anniversary”. The couple opposite, looking smug replied “ oh really, this is our 17th.”
Mrs Cross didn’t fancy cruising anyway, and settled down to watch Strictly Come Dancing. Tonight, Ann Widdicombe was going to fly, and so she did.
Next month 22 November "she blinked"
