Are you up there, Mrs. Haston? (standard:humor, 1515 words)
Author: scarlettorocker	Added: Mar 19 2004	Views/Reads: 3345/2131	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
In honour of my Granny, Pip.

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skylight proved too small. If my teacher thought that Granny was an 
egit for clambering onto the roof when a call to the fire brigade would 
have sufficed, she gave nothing away. And when Granny agreed that we 
were getting nowhere, Mrs. McNab and I thought that we'd better go next 
door and ask the Hughes family for help. The next bit would surely be a 
director's dream. The audience sees the little girl and the teacher 
walking out of the door before zipping back to the resourceful old 
lady, alone on the dark rooftop. She wears a look on her face which 
reads that she's not satisfied with standing there doing nothing. And 
she's plotting. Meanwhile, the child and the teacher are walking up 
next door's garden path. Cut back to Granny, who has spotted a crevice 
which divides the two houses. It's quite wide and she isn't so young 
any more, but... she isn't thinking of a spot of long jump, is she? Oh 
no Mrs. Haston, PLEASE stay where you are! And then Mrs. Hughes hears 
the door and asks Mr. Hughes to get it, for she's feeding the baby. But 
Granny's in no mood for waiting, and with gusto, the have-a-go heroine 
leaps across the ravine. And she's made it! Mrs. Hughes sat in the 
kitchen feeding her little girl, unaware who her husband was talking to 
at the front door. Suddenly Lynne looked up and smiled, and her mother 
followed her gaze. There were a few moments of stunned silence as she 
saw Mrs. Haston standing on her roof in the pitch black, peering down 
through the skylight. “Well, are you going to let me in then or shall I 
stand out here all night?” inquired Granny. “Er, yes. Of course,” 
agreed Mrs. Hughes. When Mrs. McNab and I went into the kitchen and saw 
Granny standing on someone else's roof, we were wondered what she would 
do next. Mr. Hughes got Granny down from the roof and we all breathed a 
sigh of relief. But we were still on the wrong side of our front door. 
Granny swore that the bathroom window was open, but we said we'd 
believe it when we saw it. And the only person we could think of who 
may have a long enough ladder was Mr. MacDonald. The MacDonalds lived 
in the club house of the golf course opposite our house. It was a shame 
we didn't ask him first of all, he said, because within moments he'd 
climbed in through our bathroom window and had let us back into our 
house. And though time can play tricks, I seem to remember about twelve 
folk in our tiny garden, watching the day's events being wrapped up. 
Next day Mrs. McNab made me tell 3b what had happened. I had a true 
tale to put in my diary and what's more, the rest of the class wanted 
to write about it as well. I wonder if anyone from my old class has 
still got their old school jotters and is curious what that was all 
about. I'm sorry that I haven't, complete with the little illustration 
of Mrs. Haston grinning as she thought about how much effort she was 
putting everyone to. 


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