CLAyton CRamer came from Mississippi and he spoke with a pronounced drawl. Now that he was in his 80s he was becoming a bit frail. His long-term grail had always been to live in a quaint Agatha Christy type English village. So he got his PA to hunt out a suitable property to buy and started making preparations for his relocation, including handing over his business to his daughter (who was much more adept in business than his sons). His wife hated the whole idea. [If this had been happening on the island of St Marie, you would be sure to find one of them dead by the next morning!]
Larry and Terry were investigative journalists. They had got wind of a company offering whale listening trips far out from land. The deal was that if the customers couldn't hear any whales, they would get their money back, yet no one ever did. So one day, Terry joined the tourist trip and Larry hired a mini-submarine which the mother ship launched in the area where the trips went to. There he waited with his hydrophone on. At first it was quiet, with no whale sounds around. But then it all got very noisy as the trip boat sped out to the area. They turned off their engines and lowered the hydrophone into the sea. After a tense 5 minute wait, the faint sound of whales could be heard, which got louder. Terry was recording just what happened on his audio recorder whilst Larry was also recording what his hydrophone heard; he still heard nothing! Back in the newspaper office, Larry and Terry compared the recordings together with their timestamps. They had their proof. The newspaper headline next day ran "Phony Whale Listening Trips Exposed".
Archie was telling his mates about his school days, and how he was not unfamiliar from receiving a pandy for his misdemeanours. Most of the time these were warrantied and it had helped form the standards of life he lived by. The next day he and his wife had lamb chops for lunch as a special treat. After lunch he went out to speak to the mason who was working on repairing the stonework on his Edwardian house. "That's fine work you're doing there", he said.
LEslie Fotherington-Smythe had travelled the globe looking for his purpose in life. But now he lived in Glebe Avenue in Saltash, Cornwall in a non-descript house. Leslie had been of noble birth, but all the conventional outlets for his position had left him aimless. But now he was content to retire, spending time in his upstairs room looking out over the River Tamar, watching the tides, the boats and occasionally seeing the small train heading on its twisty route to Gunnislake.
ThE film director came to visit the backdrop for a key scene in the film. He came across a dodgy bit of scenery construction. "That will have to be redone - it's such a bodge", he growled. He grunted in approval at the railcar bogie and how it had been positioned at the end of the siding. Just then the tornado alarm sounded and everyone rushed into the saferooms. After the tornado passed they emerged to see the whole set in disarray, or missing completely. The director felt everyone was glowering at him, as if his manner had brought the tornado! He stormed off the site in a fit of pique and sulked for the rest of the day.
Johnny loved making Things from wood. HE set himself the task of making a inteRlocking cube. But this was no easy matter and, time after time, it turned out impossible to get apart or was so loose that it wasn't a puzzle but a give-away. But finally, on his ninth retry, he made one that was just right and he could go to sleep peacefully that night.
LAdy PEnelope burst into the vet's premises, walked straight past reception and those waiting and charged into the treatment room. "There's something wrong with Mr Chang, my lapdog", she said with a strident voice. A vet came and had a look and as gently as possible led her and Mr Chang over to a corner of the room. "I don't want to alarm you, but Mr Chang has a mild infection of mange." "What an outrageous suggestion", shouted Lady P, "how can that be - Mr Chang is well cared for and stays in the house?" She was making quite a scene. The vet hadn't come across Lady P before, but was well trained to deal with not only animals but their owners as well! "I'm sorry that you're upset and can see why", said the vet, but the important things now is to treat Mr Chang. Now you know the cause of the itchy bald skin, Mr Chang can have this cream applied to sort out the infection. I'll do the first treatment now so you can see what to do. Apply this twice weekly and it will clear up soon." "I can't do that", protested a calmer Lady P. "Well, see the receptionist and she can book you in for the treatments here", replied the vet. When Lady P left the vets, there was a collective sigh of relief from all there.
