Olympic
I’m stretching things once again this week for One Word Sunday, where the theme is ‘Olympic’. Could a scattering of rubber bands ever fit the theme?
Visit Debbie’s site using the link above to see other variations on the theme.
Who’s that knocking at the door again?
Sigh.
I’d just settled down to eat a nice tuna butty when there was a knock at the door. I say knock, but it was more of a powerful hammering. It was so heavy a knock, the entire Mansion shook. I kid you not. I’m sure the bedrock beneath the Catacombs below the Cellar below the Mansion moved slightly. There was also a very loud calling of a name from outside, but I couldn’t make out what it was as the Mansion groaned as it settled down once again.
The rock below the Catacombs is old rock. Not modern stone. Aged. Familiar, though it is, with the rest of the pre-historic landscape that exists there with the interconnecting Lay Lines and Portals and stuff.
Whoever it was at the door wanted an answer, and they pounded once again.
As the staff aren’t here to answer the door, I placed my tuna butty back on the plate, placed the plate on the table, and trudged once again all the way across the Foyer to the Front Door.
Once opened, I found myself facing two people in fancy dress. I presume they were in fancy dress. They were dressed fancy, put it that way. A gruff-looking man and a slender red-haired woman with a string of beads around her neck.
“You aren’t right this time, Fred.” Said the woman, in a very matter of fact tone.
“My apologies, pal,” said the man – to me, not the woman.
And with that, without another word they walked across the Courtyard, and got into a strange clunky-looking car before driving away from the Mansion along the Driveway. The suspension in their car looked shocking as the car seemed to bounce along as it got going.
I closed the door and returned to my tuna butty.
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Once again, these strange visitors looked very familiar. Click the peephole below to see if you guessed correctly as to whom these visitors were…
Loopy Limerick 1
The dashing young man called Tom (now, please…)
Decided to have some fun
So he strated to type
But things wereren’t quite right
And he wished he hidn’t begon!
I’ve managed to get myself tangled up in all of these loops. I know there’s a way out somewhere. I’ll keep trying…
Who’s that knocking at the door?
Last night, late on, the doorbell rang. I don’t think any of the staff were on, actually, thinking about it I haven’t seen any of the staff for a while (I must look into that later!), so I had to trudge all the way to the door and answer it myself.
It can be quite a trek across the Foyer, but I made it in one piece this time. The door creaked open, and stood facing me were three people, two women and a man, who looked as thought they’d just arrived from a bygone age.
“Jinkies!” Said the bespectacled woman, “This place is huge, Is it haunted?”
The blond man standing next to her poked her in the ribs. “I apologise for my friend, she’s very inquisitive. No, we wonder if we could ask for your help?”
I told them it really depended on what help they needed, as I was in the Mansion by myself.
The man continued. “We’ve called at that crumbly old looking building right at the bottom of the lane and got no answer.”
“Ah,” I said, “That’d be Old Man Winters’ place. He’s gone away, I believe.”
“I see.” Said the man. “Our van has broken down just by the bend on the lane, and we think it just needs water to cool the engine down some. Could you please fill this bucket?” He pointed to a bucket on the ground between his legs
“Of course,” I replied, trying desperately to remember the way to the Kitchen. “By the bend you say? The dark bend by the gnarled old oak tree?”
“That’s the one, sir!” The man was very polite.
“It isn’t the best place to leave a vehicle unattended there.”
“Oh, no worries – we’ve split up, and left our friend and his dog there. They’re looking after things there.”
“If they aren’t eating all the midnight buffet that is!” The quiet redhead spoke.
“Step inside a moment,” I said waving them in. I’d decided to go to the Bathroom for the water, which was just up the Stairway and along the Landing. As I went up the stairs with the bucket, I noticed the lights flickering on and off again. “Stop it!” I whispered to the banister, hoping the message would somehow get through to its intended recipient and not the trio waiting by the door.
“Jinkies!” I heard the bespectacled young lady say again, just as I filled the bucket in the Bathroom. I then returned to the visitors with the full bucket.
“Thank you, sir!” the man said again. “Actually, is this place haunted?” He asked.
“Parts of it is,” I replied, “but not here in the Foyer. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just my friend here could have sworn the eyes in the portraits on the walls were moving.”
“Oh that!” I exclaimed. “Don’t worry about that – if it isn’t a trick of the light, it’s just a trick of the Mansion.”
I waved the trio off as they crossed the Courtyard, strangely running in a line for some reason, as they headed toward the Driveway that led onto the lane. I closed the door behind me as I walked back into the Mansion and back to the Living Room.
“You…! I said the Mansion. “Behave when we have guests! And there’s no need to roll your eyes”. I noticed one of the portraits on the wall doing that as I walked passed.
I didn’t even get their names, these out of time visitors, but they looked awfully familiar. I’ll have to check the door’s security camera footage to see if it caught a good picture of them.
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If you don’t already know who the visitors were, click the peephole below to go to the recorded picture within the door’s security footage. Although the clues are all there…
A Different Landscape
Stars above vanish
As the future changes shape
A new beginning
A quick scribble and jotted words to celebrate the fact that the Brexit saga finally comes to an end. The United Kingdom leaves the European Union at 11pm tonight, 31st January 2020. Although we are still kind of in it until the end of the year, with little say on the matter, today’s the day we officially go it alone. Again.
We’re gone. Now it’s time to move forwards and show what a great nation we are. Squabbles permitting.
