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Day 16 – Police Incident

“OK, let’s get this straight you were walking down the road, when you turned a corner when you saw….”

PC Kicka checked his notepad.

“A man dressed as a Clown walking towards you, and on passing you, you proceeded to Slap the clown across the back of the head and he went down.”

Erm yes officer that is correct.

The policeman looked at the 45year old before him. He scratched his head, why on earth would you hit a Clown.

“Are you not at least going to explain why?”

Err. Hmmm well no.

“You do realise that you are going to be charged with ABH. Which will see you with one night in the cells and a fine and possibly jail time.”

OK.

“Do you have no remorse ?”

Not really.

“What kind of antisocial behaviour is this, you look like a professional Gentleman, but here you are sat in the back of a police car. Do you not think this is strange affair!!!”

Well yes it is a bit odd, I was on my way to a meeting  when he attacked me.

“Whoa hold on there you have just admitted that you Slapped him, without provocation!! There’s no changing your story. We even have witnesses.”

OK yes  but he started it !

PC Kicka ran his hand over his face.

“What did he do?”

He pulled a funny face at me.

Day 9 – The Tea trolley

The line was short, perhaps the other passengers had not heard the call. I opened the airline app on my pixel android phone, from my left inside suit jacket pocket I pulled out my passport.

Flicking it over to the photo id section, ready for the air steward. 

Next

“thanks!”

I passed over the phone and held up the passport.

Thank you, don’t forget you need to renew your passport before November.

“Cheers!”

I took my phone and passport back and walked through the door on to the tarmac, walking towards thet twin proller plane. It was a Flybe one, the final destination was Manchester.

I saw a member of the ground crew observing the  passengers as they came out.

 I made the way to the back of the plane and up the walkway.

Nothing​ was untoward as i entered the plane, findimg my seat, the usual spiel was done by the cabin crew and we were taxiing to the runway.

As the pilot powered up the engines we where pressed into our seats as the plane raced down getting that fine balance to allow the plane to take off.

As we climbed into the sky I stared out the window looking at the scenery. 

Omph

 I heard the sound and looked up, there was a large bloke stumbling down the aisle towards the toilet.

As he passed by I watched he appeared drunk. Once he’d gone by I returned to the window and got lost in my thoughts.

Bing bong

The captain began speaking over the tannoy, “cabin crew we will be decending  in 10mims”

Day 4 – Caged Tiger

The rain fell hard in the grey dusk sky, it had been raining like this for 3 days. The second water butt in the garden had reached saturation and the water was pouring out from under the lid. Mack had been watching it on and off each day. He’d sealed it the previous year but it appeared to make no difference.

 

The tomcat from next door, sheltering under the tall conifers in the corner of the garden. Was pacing backwards and forwards not liking caged tiger, snarling at the rain. The big conifer was able to keep him dry,  but then it had been there for the last thirty years.  Twenty years ago, he had buried his old friend at the base of the trunk and the tree had bloomed so much that it became a giant.

 

Ring ring ring ring, Mack came back to his senses he stood up walked over to the phone, he picked it up and looked at the display, PRIVATE showed. “Hello, Mack Jackson here.”

 

“It’s Bob here, we have a situation we need you to come in.”

 

“Bob, I am out I have been for five years.”

 

“I know, but I need a favour….”

 

“Damn it, Bob,  OK I’ll come in! But this is the last time”

 

“Mack thank you, I appreciate it, I’ll send  a car, be with you in 20mins”

 

Click.

 

Mack placed then phone back in its cradle. He turned back to the French windows. “Fuck, why did he have to call I was Out. To quote Don Corleone, just as I get out they PULL me back in.”

 

The rain was still lashing it down, he shrugged his shoulders and headed for the garage.

Day 96 + 24hrs :beginning of a legend 

The dragon landed on Europa, it had been away a long time.

But it made its presence felt, toppling the bear with a flick of its tail.

Its confident stride dented by its older enemy of George. But the pride of the dragon was strong and will and bitter determination saw it brush of the defeat!

Crushing under its foot the strong lion of Europa. But the fight and flight had been long, the wolves began to circle.

In the end the brave dragon was stopped, but left to fly home to heal its battle scars vowing to comeback and rule supreme in the land of the Bear

Day 94 + 24hrs – a symbol 

He stood at the t junction, it has taken him 20minutes to leave the cover of the forest and follow the dirt track. It had wound its way over the hillside and became more a tarmacadam  road than a track. The land was walled up as he passed the line of track and road, yet the rusty five bar gate lay slumped on the right hand like a drunk tramp.

The path he was on finally ended at this T junction. But which way to go left or right?

Niether direction looked appealing, as he starred towards his right he could see the road bend and wave up a hill and over the brow to well whatever was there.

Left was a flatter past with woods on either side about 3 miles away, then road dipped down and was gone. 

About 6 yards on the right of the left side of the road was a gap in the wall and a long wooden post with a broken sign.

“Left!”

“Yes I will go left.”

Well if in doubt go left was his old boss’ motto.

Reaching the style and broken post, he scanned the vegetation, buried in the deep bramble bush was a broken plank of wood.

Pulling it carefully out he saw the lets carved into it.

Inas draig 

Aled was stunned, he looked at the words then at the piece of wood still attached to the post. There was a D clearly on view……