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| Shocking! | |
| By MikeMorris | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 24 September 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Dave saw Alan through the conservatory windows before he heard the tap on the glass. “Here you are, Dave, thanks very much.” Alan had wrapped the lead of the lawn mower round its two retaining lugs. The plug was neatly tucked in. “It’s a pleasure ,mate. Did it give a good cut? I heard you of course but I can’t see with that fence.” The fence still rankled a bit. It had put Dave’s border roses in perpetual shade, the way the sun fell, or rather, no longer fell, on that part of his garden. “Oh yes, fine. I still prefer the old Tiger myself but until I can get the new blades from Qualcast…” The sentence trailed off. “There’s just one thing though, Dave. I’ve shortened the lead a bit. Just a tad, you’ll hardly notice.” “Have you? I wouldn't have known." “Yes, well, as I said, it’s not much.” “Was it getting frayed, then?” I’ve not used it myself this year. I get young Tom from number 23 to do it when he comes round to wash the car for the Cub’s Fund. He doesn’t do it perfectly but it’s not a bad job, usually.” “No, it wasn’t frayed. I’m afraid Lady bit through it.” Lady was Alan’s Jack Russell. “She was in the garden when I was working and when I pulled the lead, she thought it was a game. She snapped at it, caught it properly and bit straight through it.” “Good Lord, Alan, you don’t mean….?” Alan nodded his head. “Yes, quite dead.” “Heavens Above, man! That’s awful!” “It wouldn’t have been so bad except that Mrs. Moores, Joan’s mother, was holding her at the time.” “Oh,no! And…?” “Yes…She had a weak heart, you see, poor old lady.” He shuffled awkwardly. “I blame myself. I should have borrowed your circuit breaker.” “Yes, take it as well next time”
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