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The first thin layer of magic HODGE PODGE, has been applied.
In Modern Times,it is still September of 1940,and the 30th day.
Mr Triggles was very excited as the sluice gates of Hellesdon Water Mill,were raised sending a gentle wash of water downstream. He in fact jumped up into the air with the share thrill of it all, while clapping his hands madly.The pair of light blue gloves, that had been stretched up and wriggled onto every soft to touch finger and thumb seemed to bellow out a faint white dust cload.
Yes these were stately gloves that could part crowds of people as good as Moses did the Red Sea!
Old Jack although wealthy had never had to work in the whole of his life,but he did make hard work of communicating for he had a very bad stutter, and oddly it got worse when trying to speak to common folks.
However here he was, having fun with Mrs Triggles who had especially turned the round thing a me jig that slowly raised those water gates, one, two and three! She two whore gloves,and both she in Pink and him in airforce blue including hat,were very well decked out in their best finery,but both looked very strange because they were wearing bicycle clips.
As the Band played,and the people cheered and the river flowed it was time for them to depart the throng of it all while waving and nodding like some kind of weird wooden puppets. The Bike was a Tandem but that's another story how that came about.
By the time Jack the union man gets home on his speedy bicycle with Bess,the river should be in full flow,and thousands of fish would be returned to the Wensum the very next day.
Before the work started that dried up such mysterious waters as these,a weeks holiday had been given for all the children in the city, for the purpose of fishing out those fishes from the gleaming brown waters beneath their feet. Throughout those carefree days Teachers arrived with well drilled files of marching kids.
Some children mainly middle class boys had their Dads fishing rods,and maggots in special screw up tight tins. Others down the pecking order had bamboo canes with tied on rolled up fishing line attached,and crude homemade hooks made from twisted out of shape baby`s safety pins.
Others had nets designed for pond dipping, but the most adventurous had jam jars tied around under their rims with white hairy string.One poor lad had a half a loaf of stale hard bread tied with several length of odd string. That stale bread floated iceberg-like and drifted under the old railway bridge that Peter has yet to see. As the small lad pulled it in and threw it back it seemed intent of floating like The Ark Royal.
Throughout that sunny week in the beginning of September , fun was had by all, except for a Head Master who fell in the river never to be seen again.
It was said that some within the multitude of children might well have helped him upon his way.
On their return to George White School,It was very sad for all the Teachers who burst into tears and cried rivers of salty seas,upon seeing the sight of Reginald`s unused whipping canes hanging from the Headmasters private whack-rack!
" BB,was often caned."__
" Poor boy."
To be Continued
It took a few minutes to brush a stipple to it,and hours to write Modern Times.
"Very True!"
" And days for you to read it."
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