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| Poll Doll-Trains | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||
| 14 July 2006 | ||||||||||
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This tale pulls together two previously seperate threads: King Thomas and Family and Poll Doll. Poll Doll: Trains. Prinny or as Poll Doll called him Cuttle-fish, had made his mind up at last. (Why Cuttle-Fish: well at certain intimate moments, Poll would point out that every healthy parrot enjoyed a nibble on a Cuttle-Fish bone.) He had decided that he would tell his father that he intended to marry Poll. He secretly hoped that his father would forbid it. Then he, as had his elder brother, could renounce their claim to the throne. King Thomas the Tank was in his Hobby Room playing with his trains. The people loved him and the republicans hated him. Just as the monarchy had been about to topple, along came the portly prince, with his trains and his advertised love of a pie and a pint. From a portly prince he was transformed into; using modern parlance; a truly “King Sized” King. So why King Thomas the Tank, well they said he was the size of a medium duty tank. He also had this ability to roll over all opposition that he came across. Prinny’s resolve had got him to the Hobby Room Door. To gain entrance one had to pull a chain that hung at its right-hand side. If the King wanted you to come in, pulling the chain would cause a deafening roar of a steam engine in full flight. The door would then slide open. Otherwise it would give the sound of a two-tone diesel horn and the door stayed shut. Ominously the door opened but no sound was to be heard. Prinny walked in, and the door slid closed behind him. He bumped into his father who started the conversation: “Right, if you are here for more money, you can’t have it! But if you are here to tell me you want to marry the parrot, you’ve got my blessing.” Prinny just stood and gawped. His father continued: “It’ll be a brilliant marriage. The people love her: she’s a modern Gracie Fields. You obviously love her. And I love her. I love her because of what she has done to you. You’ve grown up, got confidence, you even take me on! And it’s all down to her. She’ll ensure that this monarchy will survive my death.” Thomas then grabbed and hugged his son. It was an emotional moment. They broke apart. “Promise me one thing son, should you have children, don’t let anyone get between you and Poll Doll and your chicks. No boarding schools, no nannies: University, but only if they’re bright enough, finally no ghastly service in the Armed Forces.” “I’ve a confession to make, your two brothers, your sister in law and I had a clandestine meeting with Poll. I asked her what her intentions were? She replied, “Utterly honorable. I shall be a very discrete mistress, keep out of sight and melt away when the arranged marriage was forced upon you” “I told her in no uncertain terms that if you didn’t marry her, I certainly would. So stop buggering about and go and propose to her. And as the good boy he was, would, he turned round, left the Hobby room and went off to seek out Poll Doll. Tucked out of sight, hidden in the life size signal box/control room, sat an amused Poll Doll. Thomas entered the signal box and the pair of them sat waiting for Poll Doll’s mobile Phone to ring. Which it duly did. Poll listened intently and then answered, “I’m sorry I can’t answer this call as I’m in the Hobby Room playing trains with your father.” Switching off the phone she said to Thomas “Thank god for that, I thought that for one awfull moment I might have to marry you!” Thomas was excused from answering her, for the room was filled with the sound of a steam train in full flight. There was someone at the door. Thomas let himself out of the room using the concealed “Tradesmen’s entrance". His final words were, “Now don’t go misbehaving, the Hobby Room is wired for sound and has CCTV coverage. But you are all right in the Signal Box” (When on public engagements and really bored Thomas could use his Bluetooth phone to call up his Hobby room, run the trains using the phone, and watch them on it’s screen. But he was no voyeur.)
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