Monday 24 February 2014

24th February 2014

I never said that, was the basis of this month's story. Brian volunteered to start. His story was about the charge of the Light Brigade. Joan Read a scary story about the crime of murder. Sue was a thoughtful attempt to overcome the problem of misunderstanding amongst friends. I confessed my sins only two minor ones. Joan promising a toy to a child and its repercussions.  Rosemary and a promise to marry made over the phone. Ann a weird play and falling asleep.

I was happy - next months sentence.

Pat got the most votes


I NEVER SAID THAT

Ellen and George had been married many years and both loved their house and garden...well, Ellen loved the garden more than George. He did dig, mow and
grow the usual veges.

Each morning they strolled around the pretty garden, weather permitting of course, Ellen with the secateurs at the ready and George whistling away. She always had to point out anything new and wondered if he really didn't see or didn't want to.

This particular morning they were discussing what they would do when they could no longer garden. Put it back to lawn Ellen said. That was how they first saw it years ago. Hmmm said George thoughtfully.

The next day Ellen and a friend had arranged to take a coach trip to Wisley. It was a wonderful day, the weather played along and they were inspired by the fantastic ideas. Ellen didn't know which way to look, there were so many new varieties and colours. Tired but happy they boarded the coach for home dozing most of the way.

It was dusk when they eventually arrived, George was waiting patiently. Ellen took a lovely relaxing bath after dinner and went to bed to dream of her garden...so much to do, so many ideas whirling around in her head.

The next morning they put on their garden shoes as it had rained overnight. Ellen stared...where was her carefully cultivated border! George took her by the arm, look, he said, “I saved most of the plants by potting them up, then had the border turfed over”. It looked perfect to him.


“But...but...lost for words...why did you do that”? “ Why, you said put it back the way it was he exclaimed”. “ I never said that she cried. I meant when we were old”! Then George handed her a card. Happy 90th it read.