had enjoyed most of all.
Man, but I missed that little guy.
“You mean after the bad man Meanie Bo Beanie Pan, threw me under a bus?” I replied, making her gasp in horror,
“He threw you under a bus as well!?” At this, I smiled down at her and said,
“Not exactly, Treacle. It's an expression that means he double crossed me, basically a bit like when Mandy at preschool tried to get you into trouble for writing on the wall.”
“And it wasn’t me!” she shouted, now getting the comparison, and feeling the injustice… a hard lesson indeedio.
“I know, Baby Doll, she was mean, like PanMan,” I added, brushing back her hair and getting more paint on it.
“Bonkers Conkers… that's not nice… he's worse than Skeletor,” she said, making me grin knowing how much I was rubbing off on her.
“I think you're right, Pickle,” I replied after she referred to one of my favourite 80s TV programmes, He-Man, which naturally, I had on box set. Oh, and yes, but of course, it was a series I had made her sit through. But then again, I had a sweet shop in my room, so it was easy to lure in little children and force them to be my friend and sit with me during these times. Besides, I had already made Adam watch it about 80 gazillion times already, which meant I knew he was hitting his limit.
“What happen next?” she asked, rubbing her forearm along her chin as the paint there was annoying her and making a blue streak smear its way across her skin. I should probably mention, at this point we were currently writing my sorry note across a whole wall in our bedroom. Of course, I had to first paint over the giant rainbow that framed a graffiti mural I had done of our history together. Our history I was leaving, but the rainbow part had to go if I was to fit in my ‘sorry, please still love me’ note.
As for my story, well, I had told her most of this whilst we let the white part dry, saying bye-bye to the rainbow. We had also had tea and biscuits served to us by an Oompa Loompa. Or at least I had tried to do this, but let's just say animatronics only went so far and didn't deal well with boiling water. Hence, I had to take over in that chore and gave Little Bean one that had more milk than tea in it, so it was only lukewarm.
As for mine, well I had added a full chocolate digestive biscuit to my cup, instead of sugar, and was using a spoon to eat the floating lumpy soggy bits from the top. Amelia found this hilarious, especially whenever I did it in front of her mother, Toots, who looked close to making the sign of the cross in front of her at the sight of the abomination I had created by ruining the sacred English tea her husband made sure she was never in short supply of.
But we had finished the tea and biscuits and we were currently mixing coloured paints. Amelia had decided to be in charge of the blue hearts to show how upset we were that he had not yet forgiven us.
I say us, but it was really more of a ‘me’ thing. Because, of course, Amelia had done nothing wrong, and just like that time back in 1603…
I was the one in trouble.
SEPTEMBER 1ST 1603
YE OLDE CHESHIRE CHEESE
“Another!” I heard shouted from the table next to me, as a meaty hand hit down an empty clay tankard interrupting Polly, who sounded like an angel as she sung, ‘My Jolly Sailor Bold’. It was a pretty but sad shanty that was said to be a favourite sung all around the seas, by the kings that commanded them… Pirates.
“I wouldn’t have given up three thousand a year for cock!” one man said in jest, regarding the words pretty Polly sung, whereas his friend retorted back,
“Aye, and nay there be a filly that would pay a shilling fay ye cock!” He laughed, making others join in, and I picked up my own tankard of ale just before the man was punched off his chair and landed into my table. Then, once he staggered back to his feet, I kicked my table back in place, took a substantial glug and placed my drink down as I continued to listen to the song.
It was true, I had been in hiding, but