Volume Two – More Love in a Smalltown – sees us once again following the exploits of dynamic duo Squire Teflon and his close-friend Mistress Bones as they manage to fool some people (mostly SaD Town Councillors) into believing that the World Record Breaking Olympic Sized Swimming Pool and Ice was a success.
Unfortunately some residents of Smalltown and Dullbridge are not happy to see their money spent on the vanity project again and have been rather vocal in their objections.
But Mistress Bones has a plan to make people like them again…
Chapter Thirteen.
Mistress Bones could barely contain her excitement. “Saved! SAVED. By me. Oh this is perfect, isn’t it. What else does it say about me?”
Squire Teflon continued to read “The annual Smalltown Hospital Fate Worse Than Death, which has been held for over 50 years on the August Bank Holiday Monday in the town’s Chateau Gardens, was cancelled by the Friends of Smalltown Hospital earlier this year due to a lack of volunteers.
But a different group has now come forward to save it and enable it to go ahead as normal this summer.
SADDEST (Smalltown and Dullbridge Duplicated Events Social Team) has announced that they will be taking it over.
Squire Teflon’s close-friend Mistress Bones said “We have been in talks with The Friends of Smalltown Hospital who feel that after many years of running the fate, they are now unable to carry on.
SADDEST have leapt at the chance to get our hands on some extra cash to run my World Record Breaking Olympic Sized Swimming Pool and Ice Rink, as well as hopefully attract more votes to help with my political ambitions and therefore, we will take over from this year.”
We have also said that, out of the kindness of our hearts, The Friends of Smalltown Hospital will be having a stall, at a slightly reduced rate and will hold their raffle.
It will be a challenge for Squire Teflon and myself, because we’ve never done anything like this before and, of course, Squire Teflon most definitely is not a member of SADDEST. No, absolutely not a member. Not when he’s a Councillor awarding grants, anyway.”
“Oh Squire!” Mistress Bones turned a tear-stained face towards her beau. “Did I really say all that? Such beautiful words. It sounds almost poetic, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose it does, I did use an awful lot of poetic licence when I said it for you. All that stuff about me not being involved! I almost believed it myself.”
“Oh my Squire. How much longer until we can announce our engagement?”
“Steady on, my love honey bunny, I’m still married, remember? “