A Cure for All Diseases
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Daph & Hen had a violent - & public - row - which ended with Hen refusing to retract his insinuations. Maybe hed forgotten that Lady D was now his boss. If so he was quickly reminded when she fired him - & when he retaliated by saying he didnt fancy working for a fat old tart anyway - Daph really put the boot in by serving him notice to quit the Hollis farm - which she was legally entitled to do.
Happy families - eh? Makes our lot seem right cozy! At least Hen has the satisfaction of knowing Daph has no way of stopping him getting Millstone back - if he outlives her. But the others - that is the Denhams - & cousin Clara - are going to have to sing her song for whatever supper she may leave them. Mary shows little sympathy for the bart & his sister - but she purses her lips on Claras behalf - implying her position in the household is less honoured guest than unpaid housekeeper & general factotum!
Made me feel guilty about bad-thinking her - Clara I mean - now I know shes a poor relative - probably shivering in an attic bedroom - & scrubbing floors & cleaning grates for her daily gruel - & brawn on Sundays!
- so Lady Denhams a bit tight with money? - I said - stopping short of Uncle Sidneys phrase.
- you could say that - said Mary.
- but she is throwing this big hog roast party next Sunday - I said. Mary did the pursed lip thing again. (I really must practice it! Might come in useful when patients ask my opinion about their amatory feelings toward their livestock!)
- the event is financed by the consortium - she said - all Daphne Brereton is providing is the location. The Hope and Anchor - which she owns - is supplying the drink - & I gather shes even charging the consortium for the Hollis pig - so - as usual - she will end up making a hefty profit! - Interesting - eh?
Spent the evening playing snap with the Parker kids. Found it hard not to do a Headbanger & win all the time - so I rang home - just to remind myself what I was missing. Nice chat with mum - then dad came on. In a good mood - got the house the way he likes it again - no visitors - just him - mum - George plus the twins - & me where he likes me - at the end of a phone line - where we are both at our best!
Told him about the escaped convie - Mr Deal - aka Dee Ell - who claimed to know him.
- big bugger? - he said - looks like his mam got put to stud with a prize bull? -
Got a way with words - our dad - but I had to admit he was on the ball here.
- aye - I remember him - Andy Dalziel (he spelt it out) - hes a copper - dont know what he does to crooks - but he used to kick the shit out of us on the rugby field -
- he remembered you fondly too - I said - called you Stompy –
- remembered that - did he? - said dad - sounding like he was touched - Not a bad sort - Dalziel - long as you dont cross him. Hard man to knock down - bet he dented Parkers car! - It were him that got blown up by them mad buggers earlier this year - you probably read about it - if you had time to look at a paper - between disco dancing & getting drunk –
Interesting view of higher education - our dad! - thats probably why hes at the convalescent home - I said. - theyll have their hands full - he said - give him my best if you see him again -
I said I would - but not much chance - I think. Probably got him in a padded cell after his escape trick the other day!
So now to my lonely bed - thinking of you all tangled up with the bronze bonking machine! Just cos Ive given up men forever doesnt mean I cant enjoy them vicariously - so - give him one for me!
Lots of love
Charley XX
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Morning, Mildred!
They've still got me banged up in bed, so I might as well talk to myself. At least I'll hear some sense!
No. Be fair. Like me old mam used to say, there's some folk you needn't be kind to, but you should always try to be fair with everyone.
I thought I'd wake up with the dawn the morning after the great escape and feel right as rain. Instead it were nigh on midday and I were busting for a piss, but when I slid out of bed, I almost fell over. Felt worse than I'd done in the Central.
Matron appeared like a flash - mebbe she's got me bugged!
"Mr. Dalziel," she said. "You shouldn't be up!"
"Shouldn't I?" I said. "It's either that or I'll be floating out of here on my mattress."
She had the sense not to suggest I use one of them bottles, but slung my arm over her shoulders, grabbed me round the waist, and together we staggered into the bathroom.
"There," she said. "I'll just tidy up your bed, then I'll be back for you."
"Take your time," I said. "I'm going to."
I left flushing the bog till after I'd got washed up so's she'd not have any advance warning and come rushing to help. Two quick steps from the bog to the doorway and I had to stop for a rest.
Matron were standing by my newly made bed, holding my recorder.
"Found this in your bed, Mr. Dalziel," she said.
"Oh aye. It's a sex aid," I said.
"Really?" she said, holding it to her ear. "What's it play? Beginner's instructions?"
Cheeky cow! But I had to laugh. And she grinned too, like she knew that my only interest in bed that moment was getting into it and going back to sleep.
I went forward at a stagger, grabbed the recorder off her, and fell across the mattress. She tutted and pulled the duvet over me.
"I see you've got a visit scheduled tomorrow," she said. "Hope you can get down to your physio session in the morning or we may have to cancel it."
But she was grinning as she said it.
Bit more to her than I reckoned. Could make summat of her yet! But need to be careful now she's set her sharp little eyes on this thing. Think I'll tuck it between my legs before I go to sleep. If anyone can get it out of there without me noticing, then I'm really knackered! But I'll need to find a better place to hide it permanent if I don't want them having a right giggle in the nurses' room. Old trick, wrap it in a plastic bag and stick it in the lav cistern. First place a cop ud look, but cops are one thing I don't need to worry about just now!
So, head down, and hope I can skip them funny dreams I keep on getting and work on a nice little fantasy about Cap instead. Roll on tomorrow. Couple of hours with Cap's all the physiotherapy I need!
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Okay, Mildred, I should have listened to you and put my woolly vest on!
Bad night. Didn't get my hoped-for fantasy about Cap but another bunch of them daft dreams about floating around and talking to God!
But my physio went well. Tony tutted a bit when he looked me over. But by the time he'd finished, I were feeling lish enough to reckon I could give Cap the welcome she deserved!
First, though, I had to put up with her giving me the bollocking she thought I deserved! Blabbermouth Festerwhanger must have really laid it on thick about how much damage I could have done to myself going over the wire.
I tried playing it down, doing the big bull thing, saying, "Come here and I'll soon show thee how poorly I am!" Well, she came, and I showed her, and that's when I found out, like mam used to say, that my eyes were hungrier than my belly.
When I finally gave up, she said, "That does it, Andy. From now on in, if they tell you to start the day with an ice bath, you bloody well take it! If I wanted a eunuch, I'd have looked in the Istanbul small ads."
She's got a real lip on her, Cap.
She'd brought my civvies as promised and it were only by promising to be a good little patient and do what matron tells me that I stopped her from taking them back.
When I asked if she had any news from the Factory, she said nothing, except that Pete had told her everything was going fine and nobody was missing me. He'd asked her about visiting me. I told her no way, not till I were properly up and about. He'd seen me at the Central while I were still good for nowt. Next time he saw me, I wanted to be back to something like full steam, else he might start feeling sorry for me. I don't doubt the vultures are already circling over the Factory and if Pete comes back from a visit with a long face, they'll be flapping to l
and!
Cap said I were daft, I needed my friends. I said I knew what I needed better than her, and she rolled her eyes and said that what I clearly needed was another week in bed. And not long after, she took off. Said she wanted to walk over to the nursing home and see her old head- mistress who's on her last legs it seems.
Her parting line was, "Maybe that's where I should have put you, Andy."
I saw her out. As I made my way back to my room, who should I see coming out of it but Franny Roote!
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded.
"Looking for you, of course, Andy," he said. "A few of your fellow convies - sorry, convalescents - are interested in Third Thought, and after I finished with them, I asked Pet where I'd find you."
"Pet?" I said.
"Nurse Sheldon. I'd have thought you'd have been on first-name terms by now, Andy."
"Well, we're not. And neither are you and me," I said grimly. "Now bog off”
I wasn't in the mood for chatting with Roote, not the way things had gone with Cap. Don't know who it was said that pleasures are always paid for, but the bugger got it right. My pleasure had been a couple of pints of ale, one of which I didn't really enjoy, and here I was, still paying for it.
Which reminds me. I owe yon fellow Parker twenty quid. Well, it will have to wait. I know its only teatime, but I need my beauty sleep!
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FROM:charley@whiffle.com
TO:cassie@natterjack.com
SUBJECT: titled hunks & legless wonders
Hi!
No reply yet to mine of yesterday. Too busy? Doing what?-I ask myself.
Well - Im busy too-but its not going to stop me finding time to tell you all about it - which youd better read - therell be a test!
If theres anyone left in Sandytown that I havent met yet - anyone of importance I mean - they must be living in a cave! Late breakfast this morning - Tom & Mary said I should ignore all sounds of early reveille - their kids like kids everywhere want to sleep forever during term time but are up with the lark in the hols. Minnie - I suspect - must have got a death threat warning to keep her away from my door - but it worked - & I didnt come down till half ten!
Just enjoying a coffee with Mary - Tom I guess was out even earlier than the kids! - when the doorbell rang. Mary went to answer i t - & came back with this hunk - in tight black motorcycle Ieathers - & you know what they can do for a guys figure.
Not that this one wouldnt have looked good in pinstripes.
6' 2'' - handsome as hell - in that old fashioned Hollywood kind of way - before the new 3 day dead look came in - athletic build - wide shoulders - narrow hips - lovely bum - not bronze exactly - his face I mean - dont know about his bum - yet! - but a very even & natural looking light tan! OK - he clearly thinks hes Gods gift - but like the man said - when you got it - baby - flaunt it!
This was Teddy Denham - Sir Edward Denham no less - Lady Ds nephew- in-law - & one of her hopeful heirs! Having heard from Lady D that Tom was back - hed come straight round to say hello - & check on the now famous ankle.
Mary introduced us - & he said Lady D had mentioned me - with a bit of a grin to suggest I might be amused by the terms of the mention - & he shook my hand - with enough warmth to make it personal.
My gaze had been so fixed on him that I hardly noticed his companion - which was OK - as she made it pretty clear she didnt really think me worth noticing either!
This was his sister - Esther - beautifully turned out - beautiful too if shed give her face a chance. Thought she looked a bit familiar at first glance - but her first-& only - glance at me when introduced made me change my mind. Reminded me of dads comment about the vicars wife - like shed bent to sniff a flower & found it were growing in a cowpat! If anyone had looked at me like that before I think Id have remembered.
She looked like her idea was to say hello-good-bye! - but he said yes hed love a coffee - & sat down beside me - & soon we were chatting away like wed known each other forever. After ten minutes - Tom turned up. He & Teddy greeted each other like old mates - Esther gave him a condescending cold fish nod - which he took like it was a loving hug! Then Teddy asked after Toms ankle & got the full miracle recovery story.
- of course - declared Tom - I benefited from instant & expert first aid from our dear friend Charlotte here (this got me a well arentyou the talented one grin from Teddy the bart) - but - Tom went on - I feel I must also give credit for the incredible speed of my recovery to Mr Gordon Godley of Willingdene (he stressed the long e & smiled at me as if to say he was glad of the error that had led to me being here in Sandytown) - the famous healer whom I hope to entice to join our caring community -
As he spoke - he did a little jig to demonstrate his recovery. Esthers face had screwed up like a pigs bum at the mention of healer - & when she saw the jig I thought she might vomit in disgust. Fortunately for the high polished floorboards her mobile rang at that moment. She looked at the caller display - & her face rearranged itself so quick it might have been computer enhanced.
- Aunt Daphne! - she trilled - how are you? -
She rose & moved away - not with the usual sorries most of us mutter when the mobile catches us in company - but more like shed have preferred the rest of us to move out of the room & leave her sitting!
But the change of expression revived my first impression - now I was really sure Id seen her before - or her twin! Remember - last December - the skiing in Switzerland near Davos - I gave you a full account about me & louse Liam - unlike the censored stuff youre giving me! Dad did his nut - till I assured him Id be back for Xmas - & it was costing hardly anything - travel by bus - hostel accommodation - bunk beds in dorms - which made him think - wrongly! - naughties would be out of the question. But it was George asking if he could come too that persuaded dad to cough up the readies. The HB thought George would be a chaperone - I thought hed just be a bit of a drag - but we were both wrong! In the end - like I told you - turned out he was getting as much action as I was!
Anyway - our apres-ski consisted of a beer-swilling disco in the Bengel bar - cross between Willingden Village Hall & the Black Hole of Calcutta - where all the impoverished young stuff went - & thats where Id seen the sourpuss look-alike - but not sourpuss - laughing like a drain - as she did high energy dirty dancing with this skinny blond guy - with hair down to his shoulders - & a soup strainer moustache. His name was Emil - second name Geiger-Counter according to George - but that was just his version of something like Kunzli-Geiger. How G knew him - I think they had a pee together - thats how guys bond - its in all the textbooks! - & next day hed met him on the piste & they had a bit of a race - which G lost. G was clearly impressed that a skinny fellow like Emil should be able to beat him at skiing - & - I suspect - tho he didnt spell this out - should have such a big whang! Must ask G when I ring home. She didnt have a name - just an initial - Ess - & one of my mates - watching the way they danced - christened them Ess & Em - which I had to explain to George - who thought it was the funniest wordplay since madam Im Adam - remember? - & rewarded my mate accordingly!
But still couldnt believe dirty dancing Ess & sourpuss Esther could be the same - though I recalled Mary had mentioned Lady D took the young Denhams on a ski holiday last Christmas. Shed stepped into the hallway - but her voice stayed at that upper-class level that assumes that servants - & others of that ilk - like me & the Parkers - are - or better had be - stone deaf. So we heard her quite clearly saying - no - not in the least inconvenient - no - a social call merely - in the circumstances you might call it a sick visit - an irksome duty - but a duty nevertheless - as you of all people will understand - Aunt Daphne. Five minutes - scarcely that -
Tom meanwhile had asked Sir Teddy how work was going - & the bart pulled a face - & said - lets just say I hope Aunt Daph doesnt serve up pork for lunch - again! -
I said - do you have much actual contact with the pigs? - - indeed - he said ruefully - from first squeak to final freeze pack - I oversee quality control -
From the doorway Esther said - Teddy - we have to go - Aunt Daphne has some family matter shed like to discuss with us -
Very peremptory - sweetness soured - light switched off - normal service resumed.
- whats the panic - Ess - said Teddy - glancing at his flashy Rolex - we arent due there for ninety minutes -
There! Hed called her Ess! Short for Esther - which is one of those names that really need shortening! It had to be her - tho the resemblance had faded as she was now back in sourpuss mode. But i f - as I recall G saying - Emil was just a poor student - then that would explain why they were meeting in the Bengel bar - where there was no chance of running into Lady D or her chums - who were probably drinking over at Klosters - with Big Ears & his tribe of Noddies.
- so why cant she just talk to us over lunch? - Teddy concluded.
- in front of Clara? - said Esther.
She spoke the name like it was a nasty taste.
- Claras family too - said Ted - winning a Heywood Brownie point.
- not our family - & besides the legless wonders going to be there too –
I saw Tom & Mary exchange disapproving glances - but neither spoke.
- is he? Whys that? - asked Teddy frowning.
- he seems to amuse her - & he doesnt eat much - look - Im off - you can follow whenever you find the strength to drag yourself away -
She nodded at the Parkers - didnt even glance at me - & spun on her heel - very tall sharp heel it was - she knows how to dress - must run in the family - the bart looked a real dish in his leathers - & I could imagine him peeling them - James Bond-like - to reveal an . . . immaculate dj! (Got you going there!)
Disappointingly - despite his protests - Teddie didnt have much trouble dragging himself away - tho he did gabble a rueful apology before heading after the Ice Queen.