One, two, three, four, five, six. Six “Golden back Asians” that’s six more then last year. I got these from a Mr Buckley, hundreds of them he has, so I asked him for a few and he obliged and brought them round that day. To be honest I just think he’s very lonely ever since his son moved over to Japan. He visits England now and again about twice a year, but it’s only to keep his fathers fish business going. He told me over a cup’a that he makes anything up to a couple of thousand pounds for a fish, one fish! I couldn’t believe it. He stayed for three hours. Only until I told him that I had to go out for tea and that I was late, but of course I was only trying to ask him to leave in a polite manor.
Go To Black.
Come up on Tom sitting in his dusty old armchair, with a book in his lap. It is evening.
What a day I had, working at Hilda’s. That garden doesn’t half need a prune. Everything’s overgrown and I’ll tell ya it’ll take me a good few day just to sort it out, then there’s the replanting and the reorganising. But you have to feel sorry for the old dear, she’s been a widow for seven years now. I’ve tried once or twice to talk to her about Geoffrey, her husband, but I still know nothing. There’s always the cake in the oven or the washing to take out, but this is always in order to change the subject, so I’ve given up. We met in the post office. I was collecting a parcel and she was receiving her pension. When she mentioned gardens well instantly got talking and the next day I was in her garden, which was only earlier to day.
Her garden, despite what’s on the outside is very interesting. I found a very stange looking plant today that I believe to be from the shrubbery family. It’s got to be in here somewhere, these books claim to have every plant and shrub native to our country but I can’t seem to find it. The only hope that I have now is to ask Steve. He’s my uncle, I’ll have to take it around him tomorrow. He’ll enjoy the visit.
My daughter Becky’s due round tomorrow she phoned last week, the first time in six months can you believe it. She only lives in Glasgow but it seems a million miles away and she’s on her way down to Southampton to see a friend and she’s stopping at mine for the night. The cheek!
Go To Black
Come up on Tom sat on the stairs waiting impatiently for Becky to arrive. It is morning.
I wish she’d not do this to me. Always faffing around is she, I bet she hasn’t even left her house yet. Well can tell you I’m never late, never have I ever been late, never! Actually there was the once but under the circumstances it was expectable. It was a summer’s eve and I forgot maggie’s birthday, but the only reason I remembered was because I happened to pass the corner shop and clicked. By the time I’d been in to the shops and got home it had added another twenty-five minutes to my journey. This left me forty minutes late altogether.
There’s a loud, sharp knock at the Door!
“Are you Mr Thomas Whitherbed.” Yes I replied. Why what’s happened, it’s not bad is it. I was started to panic and I had every right to seeing as Becky had not turned up yet. “There’s been a fatal accident.” At the sound of those words I broke down.
After that experience for the second time I tried to cope with it with more braveness, but then I thought to my self……….. She always liked the Roses!
