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Len is not at all well, there’s a lot of flu about right now but instead of flying by it flew straight at him; when he was with Maggie it wasn’t too difficult if one of them was ill, but now he’s running the pub solo it can be a bit of a problem; he always likes sharing things with his customers, but passing on bugs is not one of them – there was only one thing for it, he felt forced to close The Baaamy Inn for a few days – unless…..
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but Len has a son, Paul, he’s a member of the local Police Force and having been born and brought up in a pub means he’s fully au fait with how to run it – he was owed a few days leave from work so he stepped up behind the bar and took control – “why don’t you wear your uniform in the pub?”, asked Suzie at the next table, “I like a man in uniform” – “because I’m a proper copper not a stripper”, he replied!
Arthur was unusually quiet, infact he looked to be in shock, so Ted asked him why; “I love my wife dearly”, he said, “but she is a force to be reconed with so I’m always careful not to critisise things she does that annoy me, well, this morning I simply had to mention something she’s always done that gets my goat, and it went very badly”; “what was it?”, asked Ted, “she always leaves the toilet seat down”, Arthur replied.
Paul was coping well until the Baaamy Best Bitter spluttered to a halt, the barrel was empty; he searched high and low for the key to the cellar but it was nowhere to be found, Len was fast asleep upstairs on the sofa so he didn’t want to disturb him, however George had a solution, “I’m forever getting locked in and out of places, so forcing locks is second nature to me, let me get that door open for you – in minutes BBB was back on tap!
And then it was Colin-time…“I locked myself out the house, so I called through the letterbox for the cat to let me in and it said me? how?’ – the hospital was forced to shut the obstetrics department because they had a midwife cricis – I hate people that force their opinions on others, and so should you – when the Space Force fancy a party they planet – I was forced to make bread in exchange for information, it was knead to know – I was forced to swallow purple food colour, I felt violated – a lady was locked out of her car and a passing soldier offered to help, he rubbed his sleeve against the handle the door came open, she asked how that happened and he said ‘these are my khakis’….”
Len felt someone gently touch his had, “Maggie, my love, I knew you would be here to keep me company”, he whispered; “no Dad, it’s me”, said Paul, “just wondered if you fancied a cup of tea”..
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories where this week’s given word is Force.
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That Colin is so silly! Thanks for some good laughs, dear Keith.
He certainly is! Thanks, Nancy.
Lovely post Keith. So heartwarming at the end.
Many thanks, Di.
May Len quickly recover.
He’s doing fine, Frank!
So kind of Paul to step up to help out his Dad. Well done! Great fun read, Keith…loved… “these are my khakis!: Lol!
So pleased you enjoyed it, Suzette, thank you.
You are most welcome, Keith.
Len and Maggie raised Paul very well, and Maggie is there anyway, but she’s also in their boy.
It’s always fun to visit the Baaamy and I hope Len is feeling better by next week.
So true, Mimi.
Fingers crossed for Jim!
Such a lovely post, Keith. Hope your bad cold is better soon.
Thanks so much Chris – me too!
I love these adventures- but I will admit- they are so much more satisfying when you tell them to me. Hope you’re on the mend!
Thanks, Jodi, hopefully normal service will be resumed shortly!
Btw, for some strange reason I’m having difficulty commenting on your blog – please don’t think I’m not reading your delightful posts!
Thanks, Jodi. I miss doing the audios – hopefuly things will get back to normal before too long!
Hilarious puns Keith.
Thanks, Sadje!
You’re most welcome
these ‘people’ keep getting ‘realer’ and ‘realer’
(you have accomplished what, I would dare to say, is the ambition (if not plain hope) of most every writer I know: create real imaginary people (or if you prefer, imaginary real people)
my wife has a description of such, ‘They are characters you simply enjoy spending time with)
My favorite part is calling through the letterbox for the cat to let him in, I can visualize it too well.