Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Footloose



Harold couldn’t understand the theft. Who would steal such rubbish from his tool shed? A tube of two part epoxy resin, a bag of plaster and a decorator’s sheet. Not exactly the crown jewels and Jasfoup managed to convince him that he’d probably left them somewhere himself. Had he checked the cellar?

Meanwhile Lucy climbed the sixty-three stairs to the bell tower at St. Marples’. Being footloose was not in the slightest bit fancy-free, not if you were a gargoyle. Tim was grateful for the glue, and the makeshift plaster bandages worked a treat.

She’d even worn her nurse’s outfit.

4 comments:

stephanie said...

*chuckles* Whenever Harold feels the need to scratch his head, he should just look to Lucy. ;)

Leatherdykeuk said...

Poor Harold, clever Lucy.

aims said...

An angel of mercy. Who knew!

Leatherdykeuk said...

well, she was born with wings!