“Wake up Gilbert, it’s blowing a gale out there,” said Gertrude as their mobile home shook sending a vase of flowers crashing to the floor. “So much for the lie-in we were looking forward to”.
Gilbert sat up, rubbed his bleary eyes and dragged back the curtain.
“More like a tornado Gert, I’d swear I just saw a tree blow past. There goes another, and a road sign!”
The shack shuddered and swayed.
“I said we should have bought a proper house” grumbled Gertrude.
The truck driver’s phone rang.
“You idiot” shouted his boss. “You were supposed to collect mobile thirty-seven, not twenty-seven!”
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Ted Strutz for the picture.
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