Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 9:24:18 GMT -5
The house next door to the Warden/Hawksworth house looked quite peacefully in the morning sun. It was a very neat house with a very neat and well kept garden. Yet people always stopped before passing the gate, making strange faces before they ducked down behind the bushes and crawled past the house.
The milkman tiptoed his way towards the house, trying to make as little noise as possible as he placed one bottle of milk on the stairs. The postman stood by the gate, folding his hands and looking towards the sky before he with a heavily sigh took one of the letters from his bag. A sad look appeared in his eyes, and he threw a somewhat disappointed glance towards the sky. Then he slowly walked towards the house. Inch by inch he snuck forwards. Did anyone see him? One inch closer by each step. Then he reached the metal cover on the door, the one he always tried to lift as gently as possible to not make a sound before he as quietly as he could dropped the letter through the mail slot. As he stood there, the door suddenly opened. The milkman and the postman made eeping sounds and jumped into each other's arms, but they both calmed down when they spotted the person in the front door.
Richard Bucket offered them both a friendly nod as he picked up the bottle of milk and his mail. "Good morning," he said with a smile, looking much more relaxed than usual. After placing the milk in the refrigerator and browsing through his mail, he went outsides and opened the garden gate. It made a squeak as he opened it, and he hushed on it, throwing a nervous glance towards the house. He did not see anything, though, and sighed with relief as he snuck further down the street.
In the next street, there were a couple of shops, as well as a nice, old-fashioned pub in British style, with ivy on the stone walls outside, and with dark wood surrounding the windows. This was the local inn, named "The Green Dragon". Richard secretly used to call it "The Green Hyacinth," since said dragon reminded of his wife, Hyacinth Bucket. Inside the pub, there was a large counter with glass mirrors and bottles behind it. In front of the counter was some pub chars. Behind the counter was a sympathetic looking man who reminded him a bit of his brother-in-law Onslow. Only this man wore a shirt. Around the pub were tables and chairs for everyone that did not like being seated at the counter. Richard often came here when he was alone at home and wanted a nice meal.
With a friendly nod to the barman, Richard sat down by his regular table and pulled out his newspaper. "What can I get you today, Mr. Bucket?" the barman asked. Richard smiled, already imagining how his wife would correct the man with "It's Bouquet...." Richard, however, did not correct the man. "I'll have the ordinary please," he said. The barman smiled and placed a large pint of ice cold ale on the table in front of him. "Got away from the missus, did you?" he asked and patted Richard's back. Richard smiled and nodded, hoping that his own little dragon would not find out where he was.
The milkman tiptoed his way towards the house, trying to make as little noise as possible as he placed one bottle of milk on the stairs. The postman stood by the gate, folding his hands and looking towards the sky before he with a heavily sigh took one of the letters from his bag. A sad look appeared in his eyes, and he threw a somewhat disappointed glance towards the sky. Then he slowly walked towards the house. Inch by inch he snuck forwards. Did anyone see him? One inch closer by each step. Then he reached the metal cover on the door, the one he always tried to lift as gently as possible to not make a sound before he as quietly as he could dropped the letter through the mail slot. As he stood there, the door suddenly opened. The milkman and the postman made eeping sounds and jumped into each other's arms, but they both calmed down when they spotted the person in the front door.
Richard Bucket offered them both a friendly nod as he picked up the bottle of milk and his mail. "Good morning," he said with a smile, looking much more relaxed than usual. After placing the milk in the refrigerator and browsing through his mail, he went outsides and opened the garden gate. It made a squeak as he opened it, and he hushed on it, throwing a nervous glance towards the house. He did not see anything, though, and sighed with relief as he snuck further down the street.
In the next street, there were a couple of shops, as well as a nice, old-fashioned pub in British style, with ivy on the stone walls outside, and with dark wood surrounding the windows. This was the local inn, named "The Green Dragon". Richard secretly used to call it "The Green Hyacinth," since said dragon reminded of his wife, Hyacinth Bucket. Inside the pub, there was a large counter with glass mirrors and bottles behind it. In front of the counter was some pub chars. Behind the counter was a sympathetic looking man who reminded him a bit of his brother-in-law Onslow. Only this man wore a shirt. Around the pub were tables and chairs for everyone that did not like being seated at the counter. Richard often came here when he was alone at home and wanted a nice meal.
With a friendly nod to the barman, Richard sat down by his regular table and pulled out his newspaper. "What can I get you today, Mr. Bucket?" the barman asked. Richard smiled, already imagining how his wife would correct the man with "It's Bouquet...." Richard, however, did not correct the man. "I'll have the ordinary please," he said. The barman smiled and placed a large pint of ice cold ale on the table in front of him. "Got away from the missus, did you?" he asked and patted Richard's back. Richard smiled and nodded, hoping that his own little dragon would not find out where he was.