Storyteller extraordinaire, is what I aspire to be.
A feeling of utter dismay came over me when I realised that my maybushes had not bloomed.. They always bloomed by Mothers Day , but this year was different.
I needed the blooms for a Mothers’ Day morning tea. I was shattered.
Maybe I did not fertilize them at the right time.
I had been busy running in the Boston Marathon so could have forgotten to do so.
The marathon itself went well, until the last stretch of the course, when a spectator tripped the leading runner. Absolute mayhem followed this incident. I myself, felt like running the other direction, but I was too close to victory to throw it all away.
The poor bloke who had the win in the bag, so to speak, could only lie there in agony as I flashed past.
Thus was my moment of glory.
Another reason I may have forgotten to fertilize the maybush was because
I had also been busy preparing copious amounts of mayonnaise for the Chicken sandwiches I had to prepare for the upcoming Mothers’ Day morning tea.
The local Mayor took credit for this event. That arrogant little man did nothing to help with the preparations. All he did was make an appearance.
There was absolute mayhem in the community kitchen. People were running around like crazy trying to make sure everything was in order for the Mayor.
I don’t know why they bothered though, as he was such a horrible person.
Many of the towns people adored him. They could not see through his lies and deceptions.
I suppose to them, the title “ Mayor” meant he was a person to be respected.
I myself, did not care for him, but in the local spirit of things, I chipped in to help. The morning tea was free for all the townsfolk.
Well, the ones that did not prepare food that is. I was quite out of pocket after making all those chicken sandwiches.
The one and only thing the Mayor did for the community was to turn up to this annual event.
Most of the time he ignored those who had elected him and spent his time frequenting the local brothel.
Of course the local women did not know this. They were all too busy taking care of their husbands and children to notice the Mayoral car outside the House of Ill repute.
The men knew though. I do believe they were in awe of the Mayor. That is probably why he was always re elected to his position.
His poor long suffering wife knew. Maybe she tolerated it because he brought home the bacon every week. Who knows.?
I would have strangled him, Mayor or not.
The morning tea went well, despite the fact that there were no Maybush blooms to decorate the hall.
All the local Mothers ate their fill and even had some leftovers to take home.