bubbly jock wrote:Bochan Mor wrote:The school children were all lined up by a stern looking wummin wae glesses. She said to them: ‘One of yer faithers or grand-faithers is bubbly jock! No one is going home until someone steps forward and tells the truth.’
Are the weans still there? Thank God yon big wummin wisnae there when I went tae the school. She would frighten the feathers oot the quills.
bubbly
No bubbly, the children are all home, safe and well. Luckily they'd had broth for their lunch, followed by roast pork, sprouts and 'Erchie Toasters', topped off with custard & prunes that day.
When the young bochan realised what was in the offing, he downed a full bottle of Dunsade in a oner. 15 minutes later he was primed and ready to deploy a silent but deadly biological weapon. Much more effective than teargas, forcing the teachers to climb over the backs of the children to escape out the windows.
In the ensuing confusion, the children locked the be-spectacled wummin in the classroom cupboard with a follow through from the Wee Fla, and she was eventually stretchered out to a waiting ambulance, looking decidely green around the gills. Blue lights all the way to Smerby Bridge, but the left hander at the bottom followed by the sharp left, then hard right before Crossibeg, brought the whole experience to a sudden and rushing conclusion.
We haven't seen hide nor hair of her since, but no doubt we haven't seen or heard the last of her, or this episode either. Every cloud has a silver linning though bubbly, at least it takes the focus off yersel for a day or two. Should give you time to settle back in and get yer feet back below the table! Just don't be looking at any of those menus being touted around the town at this time of year. What ever happened to teachers the likes of Peggy?
Meanwhile we've been feeding the boy naething but burnt toast in an effort to stem the flow of gases!