Sunday, February 01, 2009

Betsy


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.”

“Pyjamas?”

“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.

6 comments:

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...

*grins*