MISS PEGGITY POLLYWHAT`S, HOUSE OF MANY ANGLES
A short done and dusted story written by little me.
" and just a little work shown."
I took time out from housework which was so dusty,as the stuff was rather well dusted, dust upon dust.No not our entire Fiddle Wood home but just odd stuff in one corner of it.
A model house to be exact that had spent years way up on top of a very very tall wardrobe the likes that has three huge doors,in our main bedroom. A very tall guy was installing an upgrade internet connection and new TV box,and he could see the long ago abandoned scratch built houses on top of that rather tall wardrobe. Well I have been making stuff for many years now.
"Can I see one of those? Because I have never seen such things before",he said,and asked so nicely I got on a chair because I`m only a little fellow,and fetched down the house of many angles that did stand at one time between Halfway House and the Wind Mill nearing Honey Well Station. It was covered in dust! So I fetched it down gave it a brush off and stood it upon my work table downstairs. Soon other stuff was taken down from the wardrobe,because quite frankly he was so enthusiastic he wanted to see more. He was so kind,how could I refuse? So with that fun time spree for him my morning I`d planned painting just disappeared along with lots of swirling dust.
However as he set out upon his way,I thought to try out my hand at a little photo shoot. So I placed my Centre Company Guards that I painted up last night when most of Fiddle Wood lay sound asleep.
They were already undercoated and the work only took a couple of hours to complete.
The house of many angles is in the background and the Guards are set upon their way for Muster. They had been billeted with Miss Peggity Pollywhat,who had made them a huge breakfast of sausage bacon and eggs,with masses of toasted doorsteps . That`s Bread that was cut and sawed by a bread knife that crumbed the floor just right for the Mice that placed it pile high in their squeaky wheel barrow,and off through the opening in the old skirting board they went.____Toasted thick cut slabs of homemade bread soaked in butter with Marmalade laid on top,all washed down with hot steaming Tea that Peggity Pollywhat, poured out from a huge white enamel tea pot that very oddly had a china lid,it being the case tea pot lids tend to go a missing. Why and how is a question schoolars have debated since the first few cup of the dark brown stuff had floated in. ___Such was the feast for these four lads now set upon the Brussels road,with a heavy pack up in their knapsack. I wonder what delightful food Mrs Pollwhat had neatly packed away for them. She waved them goodbye unseen from the highest window in her now silent house. As they disappeared from view she wondered if she would ever see them again. BBMOD: I deleted the other 7 copies of this post (dad)