On Friday Danny Nightingale returned to the village hall, accompanied by Molly, who was only there to mock him, but before they could get in the door the Vicar came bursting out of it.
“It’s a disaster” the Vicar
blurted out “Brian has appendicitis”
“Oh no” Molly said, “is he
ok?”
“What?” Arielle said as if
confused by the question
“Brian” she clarified “is he
ok?”
“Oh shit,” the Vicar
exclaimed, “I never thought to ask”
“So, what’s the disaster
then?” Danny enquired
“Brian is the main Elf to
your Santa,” she explained
“So what’s the problem?”
Danny asked, “Can’t we find someone to fill his shoes?”
“It’s not his shoes that are
the problem” Arielle explained and detailed the dimensions of the stricken Elf
“We can’t get anyone else
with their own costume at this late stage”
“Oh” he said unhelpfully, he
went to speak but she was in full flow and cut him off
“No! we can’t hire a costume
they’re all gone, and if we put one of the volunteers in Brian’s costume, they
will just look ridiculous”
Then Danny cast his gaze on
Molly and Arielle did the same and repeated the dimensions
“No” Molly exclaimed
“Absolutely not”
“Sorted” Danny said and
Arielle gave her an appraising look and declared
“You’re perfect”
“Hardly” Danny retorted, and
Molly punched him
“Come on then Molly, the
costume is through here” said Arielle and she led her away to the waiting
ladies.
“Thank you, God,” she said
looking to the heavens and crossing herself “and thank you Danny” and Arielle
kissed his cheek before going off to belatedly enquire about Brian’s state of
health.
Danny followed her into the
hall and the ladies swarmed around him like they were preparing Cinderella for
the ball, and after the ladies had done their thing, he and Molly returned
home.
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