Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2005 02:01:36 EST
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Colonel's Menage 7

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THE COLONEL'S MENAGE CHAPTER 7
By 'The Colonel


'It looks as though you might have a problem with this one' I said to
Minnie.

'Oh, no' said Minnie 'He knows that if he plays around I'll cut his balls
off with his own kitchen knife and serve them up in his restaurant' And he
meant it!

The next two weeks were a positive hive of activity

We turned the dining room into a school room for the boys, the twins
already had a 6-foot bed and I suspected that Brian would probably share
with them more often than not, but I got another single bed to put in the
bedroom just in case.

We bought a new and enlarged kitchen table so that we could accommodate
extra bodies and also necessitated by the dining room being lost.

I checked with Moira and Tony, the twins' mum and dad that they would be OK
with the boys being tutored rather than attending school, and then notified
the school accordingly.

The Noble Club (the youth club) had grown enormously in attendance and we
were now having to organise two camps, one for the boys and one for the
girls and what with Laz moving in with Minnie and all the tooing and
froing, we were all busy little bees.

I had a good look at the space available to me in the house and realised
that the hall and the upstairs landing were really much larger than they
needed to be and I realised that if I turned the staircase through 180
degrees there would be enough space for an extra single bedroom upstairs,
in case of emergency, and a small study downstairs so Guy could have a
private little space for studying, marking and generally being a good
tutor.

I went next door to see Simon, who had a number of contacts through his
Gardener/Handyman business and got the name of a reliable local builder who
could carry out the necessary work.  I phoned him and he gave me a good
price and told me he could fit me in in four weeks time.  I offered him an
extra five hundred pounds and told him to start tomorrow.  He accepted and
the next morning he turned up with two hunky young men and had a good look
round, deemed that there were no structural problems and gave the hunks
instructions to start there and then.

When the twins returned home from school, work was well in hand.  The
staircase was out in the back garden and a ladder was our only access to
the upper floor.  I heard the twins discussing what they thought was the
best way to lure the two hunks into bed, so I grabbed them and told them
that time was of the essence and I did not want the workers diverted from
their task in any way.  (Secretly I thought that they had no chance with
the workmen anyway as they were undoubtedly straight, and if anyone was
going to get them into bed it would have been me!!)

Two days later the staircase was back inside facing the other way and the
framework for the study walls was in place.  Another two days and the
framework for the new bedroom walls was up and at the beginning of the
second week, the plasterboard walls were in place so the plasterer could do
the finishing on Wednesday/Thursday.

Friday was tidying up day and the builder returned to examine the handywork
of the hunks.  I could find nothing to complain about so I paid up and took
the lads next door for a few beers by way of a thank you for all their hard
work.

Simon had arranged for the bar to be covered by part timers at the weekend
so that he and Jason could come in and decorate the two new rooms ready for
the new arrivals on Sunday.

Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny and I got a nice early start for the
Isle of Wight as I was booked on the 8.15 ferry.

I stopped for breakfast when I got off the ferry and arrived at Mike and
Molly's at about 11am.

Their hallway was full of boxes and bags ready to be loaded into the car
and Brian waiting for a hug from his cousin.  `My goodness' I said how am I
going to fit in two passengers, all of this and all of Guy's belongings as
well?

`Don't worry' said Molly `most of Guy's stuff is here.  I think there are
only two holdalls at his flat.

We loaded everything into the car and the time finally came for Brian to
say his goodbyes to Mike and Molly.  I knew there would have to be tears,
but I wasn't quite prepared for Molly's weeping.  Mike comforted her as
best he could, as did Brian, but poor old Mike was not much better himself.
Of the three of them, Brian was by far the least affected, although even he
was a little tearful.

Eventually we bade them goodbye and set off for home, having issued the
invitation to visit us when they were on the mainland, which they promised
to do.

We called round to Guy's flat and he was there and waiting for us.  I
popped inside for a few moments to `renew my acquaintance' with Guy, if you
know what I mean!

Somehow we squeezed his bags into the car and set off for the ferry home.

Once back on the mainland we stopped for lunch and then carried on to our
final destination.

The twins were waiting for us outside the house and there were hugs all
round.  They looked after Brian for me while I showed Guy to `our' room.
There was plenty of space for his clothes in the3 existing wardrobes and
chests of drawers.  I took him down and showed him the new schoolroom,
which he was delighted with, then I took him to his new study.  He was not
expecting his own study as when I had last seen him, I hadn't even thought
of it.  He was very impressed and said that it would make his life so much
easier having somewhere downstairs to store all the books and equipment.
He gave me a huge hug and thanked me for being so thoughtful.

`OK' I said all into the pub now for a drink and we'll introduce Brian and
Guy to Simon and Jason and to Minnie and Laz if they're there.


The Colonel


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