Sunday, February 01, 2009


It was unusual for the police to knock on the door of Laverstone Manor. Unusual in that Harold would normally be warned of their arrival a good ten or fifteen minutes in advance – plenty of time to hide anything suspicious.*

“Can I help you?” he said, his voice an accidental falsetto.

“Mr. Harold Waterman?” asked Sergeant Mike Brandsford.

“You know me, Mike,” said Harold. “What’s up?”

“Are you the registered keeper of a green van, registration BET 5Y?”

“You know I am. Betsy’s my PJ.”


“Pride and Joy.”

“Ah.” Mike took out his pocketbook. “You’ve been driving it without a valid Road Taxation Licence.”

“It’s vintage,” said Harold. “Exempt.”

“No, My Waterman,” Mike handed Harold a slip of paper. “The plate is vintage, but the van is only two years old. Here’s you summons. Good night.”

*Not that Harold intentionally did anything illegal, but sometimes the imps did and it was difficult to pin the blame on invisible, supernatural beings.


aims said...

Hah! Is this the van that Jasfoup likes to ride in because it's big?

Leatherdykeuk said...

No - it's the replacement with the souped up engine ;)

Sunny said...

I love the PJ interaction. Priceless!

Leatherdykeuk said...

heh! Thanks Sunny :)

stephanie said...

*shakes head* Only Harold would work out the vintage logic in that direction and think himself correct. :)

Leatherdykeuk said...