Username: Reynardo Any background information: The Man with the Knobbly knees has had an accident. Excerpt: "He just fell off a low stool trying to …"
"Trying to steal some biscuits. Well, as long as there's no damage."
"There is to my favourite biscuit jar, Mr Briggs! Thirty years I've had that jar, and now it's in pieces in the dustbin and where's the justice in that?"
At that, Cook broke down sobbing, and they all looked at her in shock. The strongest, most dependable member of the household – it was more than they could cope with. Mary followed suit, and Jervis looked highly concerned. His quick eye swept all of them, and rested once more on Enid.
"I think it's probably Mary's bedtime, and I think Cook could do with a rest too. Enid, could you perhaps help them up to bed, and we'll have a simple supper later."
Enid nodded again and, putting her arms around Mary, urged her towards the stairs. Robert looked at the crying form of Cook and moved over to beside her.
"Now come on, Cook. Haven't I offered to send you something lovely to replace your biscuit jar with? And what better way for the old one to go out than as a tribute to your irresistable baking skills? I'm sure if I'd known where it was, I would have raided it too, and probably fallen twice as hard off the stool." And with that and other similar blandishments, he coaxed the large woman out of the kitchen and accompanied her up the stairs to her room.
She turned at the door, and looked him right in the eye. "And it's a soft tongue you've on you, Mr Robert, for all that you're an Army man. Aye, and the devil's got your soul but your heart is all your own."
And with those strange words she turned and went off for a sleep.
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Any background information: The Man with the Knobbly knees has had an accident.
Excerpt:
"He just fell off a low stool trying to …"
"Trying to steal some biscuits. Well, as long as there's no damage."
"There is to my favourite biscuit jar, Mr Briggs! Thirty years I've had that jar, and now it's in pieces in the dustbin and where's the justice in that?"
At that, Cook broke down sobbing, and they all looked at her in shock. The strongest, most dependable member of the household – it was more than they could cope with. Mary followed suit, and Jervis looked highly concerned. His quick eye swept all of them, and rested once more on Enid.
"I think it's probably Mary's bedtime, and I think Cook could do with a rest too. Enid, could you perhaps help them up to bed, and we'll have a simple supper later."
Enid nodded again and, putting her arms around Mary, urged her towards the stairs. Robert looked at the crying form of Cook and moved over to beside her.
"Now come on, Cook. Haven't I offered to send you something lovely to replace your biscuit jar with? And what better way for the old one to go out than as a tribute to your irresistable baking skills? I'm sure if I'd known where it was, I would have raided it too, and probably fallen twice as hard off the stool." And with that and other similar blandishments, he coaxed the large woman out of the kitchen and accompanied her up the stairs to her room.
She turned at the door, and looked him right in the eye. "And it's a soft tongue you've on you, Mr Robert, for all that you're an Army man. Aye, and the devil's got your soul but your heart is all your own."
And with those strange words she turned and went off for a sleep.