Tea, coffee or whatever your tipple is quite different when tasted outside. Perhaps the pages of a book, or newspaper will gently flap occasionally, in sympathy with a gently passing breeze. Certainly such a delightful scene can gently fade, as the god Morpheus makes one nid-nod with the sounds of summer gently supplying a murmuring soundtrack.
A familiar ‘hooter’ prods the knee of an old poop, who’s away amidst ‘golden slumbers.’ If not with the fairies!
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‘Is that you guv?’
I awake with a start!
‘Oh yes it is you guv. I thought we had a giant buzzer in the garden.’
Slowly the aged gent comes back from his forty winks, and looks down at the enquiring gaze of the boy Bing.
‘What? Me buzzing?’
‘Certainly gaffer, certainly.’
‘I hardly think my gentle slumbers, could be likened to a giant buzzer!’
‘Well guv, I heard a passer-by liken the sound to a buzz-saw.’
‘Well now you are just exaggerating Bing.’
‘Please yourself guv, I merely pass on the comments of others. I have to admit though that the noise coming from your hooter, was not unlike the sounds we sometimes hear out in the forest.’
‘Oh well now you are just being silly, not even I can sound like a chain saw Bingo.’
‘Please yourself, they say the truth can sometimes hurt.’
‘M’mmm.’
‘Do you fancy another cuppa guv?’
I look down at the empty mug and then at the lad.
‘No, I don’t think I do.’
‘Really? Just think of that pot going to waste guv.’
‘Might this concern have something to do with a certain chaps snack?’
‘Or three guv, or three.’
‘Well?’
A chin is rested on my knee and I receive an appealing gaze.
‘Oh alright then.’
‘You know it makes sense guv.’
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By the time I trundle into the kitchen, the lad is next to the snack tin, just in case I might have forgotten where it was!
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