Saturday, 24 October 2009
'Afternoon!' said Cyril.
'AFTERNOON!' spluttered Captain Bill.
'Well unless I've got the time of day seriously wrong,' replied Cyril,' always possible I suppose?'
'Cyril,' said Norma, 'what are you doing here?'
'Wellllllllll,' replied Cyril, 'relaxing mostly, the occasional dip in the pool, nibbling a fondant fancy or two, moving gracefully through the hotel wine list....that sort of thing.'
'But we've just spent 2 weeks risking life and horn climbing over a very tall thing!' mooed Captain Bill. 'I was practically thrown down a cliff!'
'Oh, did anybody get that on film,' asked Cyril, but everybody else said they didn't.
'Pity!' said Cyril and he took another nibble on a nearby cake.
'But how did you get here?' asked Norma.
'Pleasure boat,' replied Cyril, 'round the island, twice a day, including a very good cup of tea...did you not see the sign?'
'OFCOURSEWEDIDN'TSEETHESIGN!' screamed Captain Bill.
'If we could try and keep the noise down,' asked Cyril, 'I may try and take a quick 40 winks...or should I try a dip in the pool first?'
And Norma and Horace and Annie and Bertha AND Captain Bill decided that the pool was by far the best place for Cyril.