Keith's Ramblings

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Arthur charged into The Baaamy Inn and plonked himself down with his fellow farmers; ”I need a drink, I just had another row with the wife after I found her in the kitchen yelling ‘Alexa, play Smooth Radio,  Alexa, play  Smooth Radio’, she was shouting at a tin of dog food, I said it was about time she had her eyes tested – they may not see very well, but the look they gave me was really scary – she said I needed everything testing…anyway mine’s a pint please.

“I went to the opticians the other day”, said Ted, “he sat me down, pointed across the room and told me to read the letters on the top row, I said ‘E-X-I-T’, and he said ‘no, that’s the door, the chart’s over there’, anyway I eventually got through the test and ordered some new specs and I’m picking them up in the morning” – “what will you do then?”, asked Colin, “I’ll see!”, said Ted.

“I watched the boat race along the river on Sunday”, said Babs, “and it got me thinking, you get six people sitting in a row going  backwards, and the coxswain sitting at the back going forwards, how he or she can see where they are going with that lot blocking the view I can’t imagine, I think they should all face the same way with the cox at the front”; a couple of her colleagues, clearly disinterested started to yawn so Suzie at the next table thought she’d lift the mood my starting a sing-song – “row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, if you see a crocodile, don’t forget to scream”

“I can row a boat….canoe?” asked Colin as he launched himself, “my wife and I argued about which vowel was the most important, I won – I had a row with 1,3,5,7 and 9, the odds were against me – a grammatically correct sentence using the word ‘was’ five times in a row is before was was was, was was is – the word ‘queue’ has 4 silent letters just waiting their turn – I lost an argument about my posture and stood corrected – a row of rabbits hopping backwards is a receding hare line….”

The ladies of the knitting circle were sitting in a row with the long tapestry they’ve been creating draped across their legs, you may remember me telling you about it, it’s homage to everything that goes on at the Inn, its people past and present, its activities and more besides, they’ve named it the Baaamare Tapestry;  “I do believe we’ve finished it“, said Freda, “let’s fold it up and leave it on the table for Len to find after we’ve gone”.

Landlord Len placed the tapestry on the bar and carefully unfolded it, a tear trickled down his cheek when he saw two faces in the middle, his and that of his dearly departed Maggie, both grinning like a pair mischievous monkeys; “we did laugh a lot, didn’t we Maggie?” he said, “yes”, she whispered, “we always had each other in stitches and now we always will!”

 

 

 

Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories. This week’s given word is Row.

*I am away from tomorrow for the next three days so I may not have opportunity to reply to any comments you leave, or comment on your posts, but be assured I shall be reading them and catching up properly upon my return!