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October 18, 2006
The End of Grimsdyke towers
Upon Mr Grimsdyke's return to Bloggington the Mayor invited him to his parlour
"Welcome home Mr Grimsdyke." he said. "Bloggington on Sea has a proud naval and municipal history"
"Yes." said Grimsdyke, anxiously playing with his trousers.
"And in the past a CPA score of 2, but improving". Within his shoes Mr Grimsdyke's toes tensed.
"Since we took the important decision to fund a new Government cake filling and labelling factory our CPA score has risen to 3, of which we are all very proud and grateful to the Minister, Mr Jumper and his colleagues in DLA (Delay- the Department of libraries and Archives).
"A CPA score of 3 will allow the Mayor to purchase a new car" interjected Grimsdyke.
"A new red Ferrari" said the Mayor proudly, as a result our fine achievements.
"Congratulations" muttered Grimsdyke, with as much feeling as was left in his shaking body.
"As you well know, in order to fund the labelling factory we closed all the libraries with the exception of the Carnegie library on the harbour front and we removed many of the books from that. Since taking those considered actions we have noticed that use of the libraries has severely declined. This is in line with predictions made to us at the time of the closure by Mr Chocolate Profiterole and Miss Cherry Slice: they were proved to be right, Grimsdyke."
"Indeed they have"
"Theefore, we shall now close your office at Grimsdyke tower on Grimsdyke hill. It is no longer needed. Mrs Sideloader and young Ron have been sent on a training course."
"In what subject"
"Puff pastry"
"Of course"
"So we no longer have to pay you, Grimsdyke, and you will have to find yourself somewhere else to live"
"I'm sorry that you have had to say these things" said Mr Grimsdyke
"It's part of my job" said the Mayor resolutely, and as he rose to shake hands with Mr Grimsdyke, he handed him the telescope and slide rule, which had been Mr Grimksdyke's aids in his work at the tower. "I'm sure we'll meet again." He said
Mr Grimsdyke went to the door. And as he was about to leave the Mayor said. "I hope you won't choose to express any views on this to the Bloggington Bugle. I would be fearful for that cat of yours"
Mr Grimsdyke looked down into the Gladstone bag in which Perkins was sound asleep and a tear dropped from his eye.
Posted by Tim Coates at October 18, 2006 8:35 AM