05-03-2018, 05:18 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
How true that is Pug, there ain’t a lot you can do with a lone bare wheel, the axil is what makes it all happen.
You were talking about love earlier, I often wondered how poor Dennis up in the local got his stiff leg, his story was that he was working on a building site and a badly laid block fell from a height and flattened it, I believed him for decades, but recently I heard a different version.
The wife is a great friend of his wife’s and she was telling Phyllis that it was actually a sex game that went badly wrong, of course she would not divulge a word until the wife was sworn in to secrecy, the usual ritual with two old hens when they are about to condemn some poor unfortunate, then it all flowed out as if it was a demon she was trying to get off her chest for years.
Believe me this is the shortest possible version I can do, it took the wife nearly an hour to tell me the story, what with her rambling off course and imaginative suggestions, I had to use all my skill and judgement to sort the wheat from the chaff.
It seems when herself and Dennis were only a few years married they lived in a rented room over a tobacconist shop, old Mrs Gilligan and her husband Jack had the little room behind the shop and were sound asleep one night, they were wakened by a loud crash on the ceiling. The pair of them went upstairs to see what had happened, the door was locked but they could hear Dennis moaning in agony and his wife screaming “Help! get me out of here” Mrs Gilligan used her spare key to open the door and there was yerman in his pelt lying on the floor with one leg sticking out and the wardrobe on top of him, you couldn’t see his wife as she was still in the wardrobe. Whatever they were at it sent the wardrobe flying forward on it’s face. The old man and his missus tried in vain to lift the wardrobe off Dennis, but it was one of those old fashioned mahogany jobs, weighing a ton and built with permanence in mind, plus the woman inside it was the opposite to Twiggy, they had to phone the fire brigade.
When the fire brigade arrived a fair sized crowd from the closing boozer next door had gathered outside the shop, Dennis was covered with a blanket on the stretcher as two grinning firemen placed him in the ambulance, then came his missus, again covered with a bigger blanket and a scarf more over her face than her head.
Whatever happened in that wardrobe that fateful night we’ll never know for sure, but something snapped in Dennis’s spine that left him with a stiff leg for life.
Best to stick to the conventional stuff I say.