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Friday, 13 February 2015

In which One attempts to capture the A of the F’s heart…

angel me

Following on from yesterday…

One, who was being bashed up on a daily basis by Jonathan Hill, was advised by Aged P to ‘hit him back.’

Obv., being an angel-child, see above, One had to steel Oneself for the task, and lo, one sunny day when the ginger approached One, One kicked the blighter v hard on the shins and ran off homeward.

The following day One was called to the Headmistress's office, whereupon JH, his mother and Aged P were already assembled.

One was given a massive telling off…

Aged P, cowed in the face of authority, wriggled in her seat, giggled at inappropriate moments and duly dragged One off to be smacked!

A valuable lesson was learnt that day…

Don’t always listen to Aged P and exact revenge in a more subtle manner.

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Any road up, yesterday, not willing to accept the A of the F’s dictat that ‘We are too old for Valentine’s Day,’ One set about making some fresh cream truffles for the miserable old git…

Four hours passed…

The kitchen looked like someone had thrown a chocolate hand grenade in it…

One was liberally coated with Organic Cocoa powder…

One had skidded on the cream that had dribbled on the stone floor and bashed One’s head on the Rayburn door…

Delia’s truffles were perfectly spherical and unctuous in the extreme.

One’s look like the detritus that the afternoon shift of ‘shit-stirrers’ skim off the top of the sewage works in Letchworth.

No matter, perchance they will  melt the heart of the A of the F and he will declare his undying for One…

Two chances…

Fat and Slim…

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