Beatrice returned home having enjoyed tea, finger sandwiches and dainty cakes with her lady friends. She swept through the front door and glided down the hall brushing a speck of dust from a shelf and straightening a vase as she passed.
‘I’m home George’ she sang as she entered the lounge. Her smile dissolved as she watched George step back from the wall where he’d just hung a huge frame.
‘What is that…that…thing?’ she bellowed.
‘It’s erm, it’s a…’
‘It’s hideous, that’s what it is!’
‘But it’s Maradona’s…’
‘If you’d washed it clean and ironed it, it still would look ridiculous’
‘Yes, but if I’d …’
‘Even one of Madonna’s Jean Paul Gaultier dresses would not hang there’ she huffed.
‘I’m going down the pub to watch the football match with my friends’ said George, ‘Please don’t take it down while I’m gone, sweetheart’.
‘I’ll see. Now, only three pints, no eating crisps, no playing the slot machine and be back by 10.45’.
‘No dear, yes dear, bye dear’ George muttered as went on his way.
At 10.45 George returned home to find another frame alongside his precious Maradona shirt, in it an autographed pair of Beatrice’s voluminous undergarments!
Sunday Photo Fiction is hosted by Susan Spaulding who also provided this week’s picture. Thank you Susan.
Delightful Keith. You brought a smile to my face. Not to many pints today, ok?
Given the ridiculously high temperature out there today, I might allow myself just one more! Cheers Susan
Well done Keith … horrible thought though … extra pint in the sun? – a wise thing?! Enjoy the heat while you’ve got it … cheers Hilary
Maybe in the shade Hilary!
A very good chuckle indeed. 🙂
Thanks for you chuckleicious comment K.J
Hee hee. He was brave to leave it with her in the house, I’m not sure I would’ve trusted her with It!
Not sure he’s heard the last of it! Cheers Iain.
At least she didn’t wash the shirt!
…yet! Thanks, Annalisa.
Well played, Beatrice. Love it, Keith!
She taught him a lesson the best way she knew! Thanks Emily.
Heeheehee! She’s a softie for all her bluster.
Indeed she is! Cheers Mimi.
Oh dear.
Oh dear, dear, dear.
I couldn’t put it better myself! Cheers C.E.
Top praise for bring a smile to my face, voluminous indeed.
Praise indeed! Thanks Michael
Ha ha ha. Thankfully, she didn’t cut underwear out of the great man’s T-shirt 🙂
Don’t give her ideas Anurag!