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ME 'N' CAT AGAIN...Part 36.. Now I am in full embarrassment, so much so that me dumpling is still full, while me teeth wont snap closed in their eating. I can feel Gloria Pickles stiffen beside me as she begins to understand why I aint ever kissed her, what with the sizes of both our noses. “Watch this!” shouts Freddy, across the table and pulls out the sort of ‘Windmill’, pressing a button on it so the top starts spinning round in a whirl of colours. Well, I’m sitting there and me eyes is taking in the whirling and whizzing, the spin of colours starting to draw me mind in, as if I’m on a mad train which aint stopping. I can hear this far-away voice, all insistent, telling me to kiss Gloria Pickles… ‘Kiss Gloria Pickles’, says the voice, more insistent till, not having me ‘Will’ to stop me actions, I lean over to Gloria Pickles and kisses her, right smack on her mouth! It seems like the kiss lasts a year, till I suddenly sit back, me mouth open in some kind of shock as to me actions. Then me mouth closes and I come to an awareness that I aint got me dumpling any more. It’s then that I sees Gloria Pickle, her eyes all sort off shining and in full love, while her mouth is now chewing me dumpling. Funny, aint it, how a kiss can pass a million messages from one brain to another… It’s like a sense of sharing the start of something good, though I never suspected there would be a share of me dumpling… And I wait till she finishes her chewing, now marveling at the fact that our noses, no matter the size, makes no difference as to the kiss, it just seems as if noses naturally grow smaller as the faces meet! Now, me sweetheart, Gloria Pickles, reaches out under the table and gently holds me hand, so I takes this touch of showing that we are as good as engaged. Love has this strange way of melting a man’s resolve, in that he becomes sort of soppy and willing to do all sorts of things which he aint allowed for in his up-bringing. So, it aint no surprise for you all to learn, I am now in the kitchen, with an apron on and doing the washing up, wearing the apron with pride, me mouth wearing a big soppy grin. Later, when I was talking over this matter with Teddy Bolster, of me wearing an apron, he says… “Love does that to a man…And it takes nearly a month before it wears off and a man gets back to manly priorities, with slippers and newspapers and complete laziness in the marital home.” Whether Teddy Bolster is right or not, I has to wait and see but, meanwhile, I has a party to arrange, on account of me-self and Gloria Pickles getting engaged. In one way, I’m pleased how the ‘Mad-’, Shirley Freckles and ‘Bug-Eye, Freddy has got me to kiss Gloria Pickles, through inducement of hypnosis and that funny ‘Windmill’… But it also causes me a headache, in as far as how to get the cash for the party. It’s in me honest thinking when, a few days later, I am in me armchair, with the lovely Gloria Pickles on me lap and we are in comfort. Under the table, inside the ‘Table-Tent’, I can hear the whispering and know that the ‘Mad-’, Shirley Freckles, Freddy, Cat and Cecil, are all tucked into the sleeping-bag… And its then, the idea hits me! It’s a fact, I had been thinking about the invention what Freddy had invented, the tiny speakers inside the beads, which is connected through air-waves to the microphone inside the ring. With a wild ‘Whoop’ of an ‘Eureka!’ shout, I calls a family gathering, to test out me idea. “What do you mean… A ‘Street-Show’?” asks Gloria Pickles, as to an enlargement of me idea, as to how we can earn the money for an engagement. “Well.” I answers in explanation… “We sell tickets to everyone in the street and round-abouts the neighbourhood, that we are giving a ‘Mind-Reading’ act and that Cat and Cecil are pointing out the cards as what people in the audience has picked out themselves.” I can see those listening ears aint quite getting me idea and so I explains more in detail… Well, some is quick to pick things up and some aint, it’s simple deduction, so I’m deducing that I’m the only one as has got it right in me mind. |
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uh oh... we all know what happens to the best laid plans... isn't there a 3-date rule on swapping dumplings? once pen gets moving, there's no slowing down ~
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7/20/2010 8:19 am |
Thats the most romantic kiss I ever read about Ron, all that feeling and seduction with the dumpling plus an engagement party to look forward to. Dont mess it all up now, please Ron, keep it simple!Here in SFF we need a bit of romance
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