by David Barron
On a Roll
By
David Barron
On a Roll
Copyright © 2011 by David Barron
All rights reserved
This is a story of pure fiction and all characters are from the authors own imagination
And any characters portrayed are fictional
Table of Contents
Floury is rushed into the Rollopital
At the Match
Rolly gets Married
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Floury is rushed into the Rollopital
It had been a lovely summer's day and Rolly the Aberdeen buttery was making his way down to the village from his home on the hill, to see his old friend Floury the morning roll. He hadn't been down to that part of Baker Street for a very long time, and was sure his friend was overdue a visit. As he turned into Baker Street from Pudding lane, he saw an amburoll sitting outside what he was sure was his friend's house. He hurried on to see what the matter was, perhaps his friend was unwell. A bread roll medic was coming out of the back of the amburoll, so he walked up and asked him what was going on.
"Ehm excuse me sir, but are you going into that house there by any chance?"
"Yes I'm sorry do you know the roll that lives here?"
"Well yes I'm afraid I do, and was just this minute coming to visit him."
"Ahh well I'm very sorry, he's just taken a terrible yeast attack, and we are going to have to get him straight up to the Rollopital."
"Look if you like you can come in the amburoll too."
"Thanks that's most kind, I think I will." So he waited until they had brought his friend out and placed him into the back of the amburoll before stepping inside and sitting down on the shiny leather seat. They drove very fast through the village and out onto the main road with the siren booming out a rather garish roll, roll, roll, roll, all the way to the Rollopital. Once there they got out rather quickly and Floury was rushed straight into the bakery to have his yeast extracted and tested, as well as his water and salt content looked at, by the head baker. After a whole bank of testing he was given a few rather large injections of yeast, and taken to the raising rooms where he would be allowed to regain his strength before being allowed to go home. The baker insisted that he was in no danger and that they had caught him just in time.
Rolly stayed by his friends side for a very long time before leaving, but made sure before going that he informed the bakers assistant that he would be back in the morning to see his friend. He did so hope that he would make a full recovery, as Floury was not as young as he had once been. They had come out of the same oven, and he remembered that back then they had been crusty on the outside and soft in the middle but now they were getting old and stale. It was the way of all things, everything withered and got stale, and then they took you somewhere, and he'd been told that some even went on to have a new life as breadcrumbs. It was Mrs Bun that had told him that, but he didn't know if it was true but she was very old, and some rolls even said that they had seen her lose a few currants from time to time. As he pondered the hereafter he was walking home in a bit of a daydream, when who should he bump right into but Mrs Bun.
"Hello Rolly where are you going looking all serious?"
"Oh hello Mrs Bun, I didn't notice you there, I've been thinking about the hereafter."
"Now what's got you thinking about that my lad?"
"Well I have just come from the Rollopital you know."
"My what were you doing there, are you alright?"
"Yes I'm fine but it's my best friend Floury, he's had a yeast attack."
"Oh poor Floury I do hope that he's going to be ok, what are they saying?"
"Well he seems to be responding to the treatment so he may get home tomorrow."
"Oh that's very good news then."
"Please tell him I was asking for him; can't stop I'm off to get some tea bags before the shops close." So Mrs Bun hurried on and left Rolly to make his way back through the village still deep in thought. Rolly got home and sat down in his old armchair, it was his favourite and he'd had it since he was a young roll. He couldn't remember where he'd got it from but he had been very glad of it over the years. After a while he got up and went through to his small kitchen and made some tea. Rolly liked tea very much, it was much better than coffee which stained his insides, and left brown spots on his crust. After sitting back in his armchair with his tea Rolly fell fast asleep, it had been a most trying day.
Next day Rolly was up bright and early, but felt just a little stiff after sleeping in his chair all night. He gave himself a big stretch and went through to the kitchen to make his breakfast, not forgetting his nice pot of tea, which once he'd drunk it, really brought him to life. Once everything had been cleared away after breakfast, Rolly got himself ready and went out. It didn't take him to long to get back up the Rollopital, and he hoped that his friend would be feeling a lot better today, and perhaps they'd let him go home. Rolly made his way to the raising rooms, and there behind a curtain he saw his friend Floury sitting up and enjoying a rather large mug of tea.
"Floury your better, I thought you'd had it when I saw you yesterday, my old friend."
"Takes more than a yeast infection to get rid of me Rolly."
"Fact is I'm getting out today and I think as a reward to myself we should go see a football match; what do you say?"
"Well if you feel up to it Floury then why not."
"Who we going to see Floury, long time since I've been to a match."
"I thought we'd go see Rollington Rollvers play Buningham City."
"Ok then I'd love to go."
"What time they going to let you go at then?"
"Well the head baker hasn't been around yet for his morning roll round, so I'll have to wait for that to find out."
"Why don't you go get a cup of tea in the meantime, and I'll come and get you, when I'm ready to leave."
"Ok Floury I'll see you in a bit then." Rolly left the rooms and went to the machine outside in the corridor and got himself some tea and a biscuit, and waited. He didn't have very long to wait before he seen the happy smiling face of his friend, and together they left, but first they had to go to Floury's house to get a change of clothes, after all he would need his football scarf and gloves, then they could get on the bread van that would take them to the match.
At the Match
At the match, they entered the big ground known to all as the cake stand, and loved by young and old alike, for many years. They went to their seats and sat down with their hot Bovril and pies, and waited for the kick off. This was going to be a good match and both teams had being doing rather well in the Bap League, notching up three wins apiece so this had the makings of a very good game. The two teams appeared on the pitch, and the referee called over the captains to the centre, then as the coin was tossed into the air there was a deathly silence; who was going to kick off, then the captain of the Rollington Rollvers kicked the ball to one of his team mates and the game was on. The game flowed backwards and forwards with no one team making any headway, then at the start of the second half a Buningham forward got the ball from a long shot down the field, and ran for the goal. He took a good kick at the ball from the twenty yard line, and the crowd cheered as the ball hit the back of the net. Then the game became a bitter battle between the two sides but when the referee blew for time up, Buningham were one goal up, and therefore the winners. The crowd at the Buningham end of the ground cheered like mad. After the two teams had left the pitch the rolls made their separate ways home, some having come in the bread vans and others had just rolled up. Rolly and Floury made their way back to the roll stop to wait for their lift back to the village in the bakers van. It was night time before they arrived back outside the Bakers Arms, deciding to go for a pint before heading strai
ght home.
Next day Rolly woke up with a very sore head, he had a hangover and felt very sorry for himself. He just knew he should never have had that extra pint of Eccles juice, and boy was he suffering for it now. He wondered if Floury was feeling the same way, he might pop round there later, if he felt better any time soon.
Later in the day and after forcing himself to eat something, Rolly went down to the village shops; he needed to get a few things. On the way he bumped into Mr Bertie Bap, who was rolling down the hill on a rollacycle.
"Afternoon Bertie how are you today?"
"Oh hello Rolly, thought I saw you at the match yesterday with Floury."
"Yes that's right we were there; sorry I never saw you, were you supporting the other side?"
"Crumbs yes I was born in Rollington, and I've always supported the Rollington Rollvers."
"Well you learn something new everyday, I never knew
