26.5.2009

JUDGEMENT DAY.

    JUDGEMENT DAY.

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    Morning broke too soon. Sharon was up with the larks making breakfast for the new lodgers and of course herself. Entering her bedroom she took a long tall fizzing glass full of water and laid it on the little table by her husband's head as he lay motionless in the bed. He wouldn't stay motionless for long. Leaning over him she shook him violently whilst shouting in his ear, "Time to get up boozy boy," before moving off towards the en-suite bathroom to freshen up.

    Ben was suddenly woken by a violent rocking and a loud noise in his ear. Opening one eye gently he was hit by the bright light of a new day smacking into his eye like a fist. After closing it and trying again, the pain seemed to ease away. Now rolling over he faced the ceiling and opened the other eye to find that it was very slow in responding, also it felt swollen. Probably the drink still flowing through his system from last night at the pub. No at Uncle Martin's wooden shed. He sat up at the thought of all that wine and felt the thumping of a dozen bottles smashing onto his head, "Ow, my head," he muttered feeling sorry for himself. His body told him that he needed water and fast for his mouth felt dryer than the Arizona dessert. Not really looking he grabbed hold of the glass next to him and drank down the water to find that it had something else in it, something very bitter! "Yuk!" he said before squirming all over. Well at least his body was functioning a little now, he'd best get up and make the effort to go to work, after all it was Friday morning and he had spent the whole of the night flat out in his sweaty pyjamas.

    Shaz spied the man who used to be her husband and talking to him using the reflection of the bathroom mirror she said, "At last, the return of the living dead, enjoy your drinking?"

    "Morning love, sorry about that thing last night. Must have looked the fool infront of your auntie."

    Sharon forced a tooth paste smile, "That?s okay, I should have remembered about my Uncle's vast drinks collection."

    Benny boy you could be off the hook? "So, you forgive me?"

    "Only if you get ready and put your new suit on."

    Oh boy, there's always a condition, hold on. What new suit? "Um, what new suit?"

    "You'll find the suit hanging up in the wardrobe, its for going to court in."

    Going to court? What have you done? Hold on nothing. Okay, relax its not you. "Shaz you haven't been caught speeding again have you?" This question came with a look of horror written all over Ben?s face. She had been and caught more times than a thick fish on the end of the line.

    "No silly! Its for our liquor license."

    "Oh, I'd forgotten about that." He mumbled before trying to move as fast as one battered body could go, he felt about eighty years old! He watched his wife leave and pouring a nice bowl of hot water he opened the cabinet to pull out his favourite shaving cream. Spraying some into his right hand he now put the can back into the cupboard and closed the door. Ben was about to apply the cream when he noticed that something wasn't quite right about his face, "Ah! I've got a black eye!" Rushing into the bedroom letting little mounds for shaving foam come flying off his hand he shouted at his wife, "Shaz where did I get this from?"

    She gave him one of her patented innocent looks before calmly replying, "Oh that! You received that when I accidentally on purpose punched you in a moment of crises. You were getting in my way and so I let you have it, sorry."

    "Sorry? Sorry! In case is hasn't escaped your notice I have to face the courts with this beamer and if they happen to ask what happened, you could loose out on your precious liquor licence!"

    "That is why I want you to wear these." She reached up from where she sat at her dressing table and handed him a pair of dark sunglasses. "Anyway my biggest worry was that you still hadn't sobered up enough, now I don't need to worry."

    "Why's that?"

    "The look of horror on your face after discovering your black eye has sobered you up real well, ha!"

    True, he had sobered up, but he hated being made fun at so shouted, "What if I decide now that I ain't going? I think I might!"

    When Sharon turned around she had a cold fire behind the eyes, a kind of mentally insane look and the voice didn't help either. "If you play up I will give you another black eye to match the one you already posses, is that clear?"

    The threat was very clear indeed, after taking a rather deep swallow he replied, "Yes mam," before hurrying off to get ready.