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Post by Trina on Mar 25, 2017 8:06:14 GMT
Meanwhile,Mrs BB remembered that most pirates liked their grog.She was rather worried that they might be partial to a drop of cider as well๐.She decided that the best way to stop them nicking or necking her Rusty Rats Tail,was to drink it all herself!Oblivion beckoned...
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Post by patty on Mar 25, 2017 9:41:16 GMT
Patty sighed..it was becoming increasingly obvious that Mrs BB would not be a lot of use in the forthcoming battle.....
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Post by peterboat on Mar 25, 2017 15:27:40 GMT
Peter hit the button again after he had watched taff camm "bloody hound" he muttered at taff. The punt disappeared and reappeared even closer to the pirate ship at which point patty put a shot in its side just below the waterline! Patty was well pleased with herself until she realised it was a tourist ship! "Whoops" she exclaimed and hit the red button again. ..............
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Post by JohnV on Apr 2, 2017 7:02:58 GMT
John was still having the occasional nightmare about floating in the swimming pool of a giant cruise liner. Thank goodness he had managed to hit the reset button before anything too desperate happened ....... Fast though he had been, Patty had been even quicker and she and Mrs BB were sitting at the floating cocktail bar towing along behind.
He gazed up at the billowing sails (sheets and tablecloths) slowly but steadily pushing the punt Northeast by East and a quarter point North...... "Aaaarrrrgghh Jim Lad" he muttered to himself "Tiz a foin loif afore the maaaast me boy" He chortled to himself "I wonder if a rig like this would work in the cut ...... of course the bridges might be a problem" Never mind a few more days and they should be back in wifi range of somewhere and he could download the charts ....... providing no one pressed the bloody button again !!!
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Post by peterboat on Apr 2, 2017 9:29:51 GMT
Well Peter thought we collected some good stuff from that last accident! that was how Patty was telling it so if it worked for her...............................................
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Post by patty on Apr 3, 2017 17:26:57 GMT
All this push button technology was making Patty quite dizzy...all she wanted to do was stock up her handbag for all those moments in life when the certain something she needed to get by was always there..... Patty loved the punt and travelling here, there and anywhere..... Having spent 3 days digging draining channels with Explorer son she really needed a brief trip to the sun, sea and a spa...so......she set the co-ordinates and hit the button.... meanwhile son number 3 packed his bag and sallied forth to walk across Papua New Guinea...Patty knew if he needed help her friends in the trusty punt would come with her and together they would rescue son and King Louis.....
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Post by JohnV on Apr 8, 2017 6:21:56 GMT
John gazed worryingly at the patchwork of sheets and tablecloths that made up the sailing rig of the punt
"Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean."
John muttered under his breath and wondered how long the stitching would hold. After the last button pushing incident, he had gone round everybody on board, trying to impress on them what a dire situation they were in and how pushing the button always brought them back to this patch of sea off the coast of West Africa. He was not sure if he had got the message through, Taff seemed to understand, and Peter was pining for the ladies of Italy so those two were probably going to stay in line ......... but as for the rest ....... He looked aft, at the cocktail bar where he could hear the clink of glasses and MrsBB and Patty's laughter. "Those two seem to be enjoying the sunshine too much" he muttered (he seemed to be doing a lot of muttering lately) "I wouldn't trust them not to push the button again just to top up their tans a bit more" He glanced round the empty horizon and sighed.
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Post by peterboat on Apr 8, 2017 8:32:49 GMT
Flappy wandered into the control room tripped over the gravy stained cat and his work bag landed on the button!! Sorry he said to john as he fought of the whirling demon that was the cat..........................
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Post by patty on Apr 8, 2017 9:52:42 GMT
'Here we go again,' said Patty.."this is gonna upset John..maybe another Merlot and stay here could be plan for now".....
'the ice was here the ice was there the ice was everywhere it cracked and growled roared and howled strangers it disembowelled'
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Post by Trina on Apr 8, 2017 13:58:20 GMT
Ice in my bucket of Rusty Rats Tail ?Don't mind if I do....
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Post by patty on Apr 8, 2017 16:14:53 GMT
Ice in my bucket of Rusty Rats Tail ?Don't mind if I do.... 'no probs' says Patty....'Hmmm John'll get some"
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Post by peterboat on Apr 8, 2017 20:18:49 GMT
Peter looked at taff he had icicles hanging on him he stroked his frozen head and hit his personal button with settings for capri bugger them he thought as they and the punt disapeared! When he opened his eyes he was still on the punt put the punt was on the coast of capri. Taff was overjoyed and so was everyone else it appeared.........................
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Post by phil70 on Apr 8, 2017 22:47:59 GMT
Except Flappy who was still battling his Nemesis. Flappy was whirling like a demented dervish on speed as he desperately tried to dislodge the Gravy Stained Cat. The Cat was comfortably attached to Phil's head, once again assuming the Davy Crocket position that he had perfected in his many run ins with Flappy. The Cat had a very firm death grip, his claws had punctured Flappy's scalp and were firmly fixed in his skull. As the pair continued their struggle a thought crossed Phil's mind, he was now certain of the Cat's gender because with the Cat firmly attached to his head something was poking Phil's ear!!!
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Post by patty on Apr 9, 2017 5:55:40 GMT
Patty watched the poor cats frenzied attempts to mete out justice to Flappy then sighed...opening her bag she fetched out a small tim of red salmon and a bottle of Granny Glads topical solution to scratches...... Gravy stained cat soon left Phil for the more pleasant alternative of food and Patty started to 'administer first aid' to the unfortunate Phil "Keep still"......."this won't hurt...don't be such a baby....."
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Post by phil70 on Apr 9, 2017 7:19:53 GMT
Flappy Phil only had one thing to say about Patty's ministrations.......... OOOOOOOOOW OOOOOOUCH OO-ER I thought it was supposed to make it better, I've had less pain and more fun at the Dentist, if I never hear of Granny Glad again it'll be too soon
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