White ChapelA Story by WoodyThe Dobsons are buying a country house. That's all there is to it.The weather forecast had
predicted rain and foul weather. So far, only a handful of little fluffy white
lambs were gambolling in a bright blue sky, watched over by a cheeky November
sun. The Dobsons had just
finished their visit of the country house they intended to buy. Father Mc
Kenzie, who’d picked up the rice in the church where a wedding had been, had
shown them around and delighted in their gleeful excitement. It turned out to
be more than their dream house. Everything was just perfect. It had taste and
class with an eye for comfort. Father Mc Kenzie, who’d darned his socks for the
occasion, was selling it furnished and Jim Dobson and his wife Janey did not
intend to change a thing. Their bedroom and that of the twins both had picture
windows that overlooked the driveway and a manicured garden. The parents’ was
soft blue and the girls’ pink. The kitchen was any housewife’s dream. Janey
could not stop drooling over the cooker range, the hanging pots, the cabinets
and the island. The sitting room was equipped with a huge fireplace and the
couch and armchairs looked comfy enough. On the wall, there was a large painting
of a ship, sailing to sea with a lone seagull riding on a thermal.
************************************** “I can’t believe our luck, darling,” said Janey with a big smile. The twins were sitting in the back
playing 'I spy with my little eye'. “It sure is a stroke of
luck, honey. Steep price, though. But it’s well worth it.” “S**t!” exclaimed Janey. “Muuum! Language,”
admonished Lily, the cheekier of the two girls while her sister Emmy was
giggling behind her hands. (or is it the other way round? Damn, they look so
much alike) “Sorry sweetheart.” “What is it?” enquired Jim with a raised eyebrow. He shifted gear and followed a bend in the road. “We saw the bathroom,
right?” “Yes, gorgeous, wasn’t
it?” “I know, but I didn’t
see any toilet seat. Did you?” “Blimey! You’re right.
It must be in a separate part and father Mc Kenzie forgot to show it to us.” “Yes, I’m sure, but I’m
annoyed that it has slipped his mind.” “Not to worry. We’ll
write him a quick mail and ask where it is.”
Back home, Janey logged
on and wrote: Dear Father Mc Kenzie, Thank you very much again
for showing us around today. However, and I’m sure it was an oversight on your
part, we didn’t see the WC. Could you please tell us where it is? Thanking you in advance, Yours truly J & J Dobson
On reading the Email,
Father Mc Kenzie, not familiar with the abbreviation WC that stood for water
closet, took it to mean White Chapel, the church where he preached. He wrote
back: Dear Mr. and Mrs Dobson, I thank you for your enquiry and am glad you asked about the place of your interest. The WC is
located roughly about 3 miles away from the house, which can be awkward if you
intend to go there on foot. It is advisable that you go there early to be able
to find seats. I am sure you will be pleased by the cleanliness of the place
and the incense filling it, to drive away the nasty smells. Children can sit
next to their parents and everybody can sing in chorus. The place is astutely
equipped with amplifiers so the people outside can benefit from the sounds
coming out. One side is a huge glass pane so people can watch from the outside.
On arrival, you will be given pieces of paper. Please, remember to give yours
back on leaving so they can be used by others. I hope my explanation is
to your satisfaction. It will please me no end to watch you sitting there,
using your sheets of paper and singing God’s grace. Until we meet again, I remain respectfully
yours Father Mc Kenzie © 2016 WoodyAuthor's Note
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24 Reviews Added on July 26, 2016 Last Updated on July 26, 2016 Tags: WC, country house, oversight AuthorWoodyMateur, Bizerte, TunisiaAboutok, time for an update I think. my old friends have come to know me pretty well, I trust so this is for the new comers. I'm a Tunisian 60-year-old teacher-cum-translator, book worm who enjoys writing.. more..Writing
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