Leggings - The Night of the McD's.

Hi Leggings,

Another of the McD's night's. They are apparently awaiting a whiskey consignment brought in by air. The excitement is contagious. It's Scotch whiskey for goodness sake!

It intensifies around 1 = 1.30 am, and eventually the characteristic sonic whistling sound, of the air transport coming in sounds, some low alarms sound inside, and people rush about...

Outside there is an argument. The pilot wants to see a Rosalind. They don't wan to produce one...

"You usually give it over to our manager," said one woman waspishly. "It's not as if it's hers... it really isn't."

"We have it usually," one man said enthusiastically, "I mean she doesn't like it!"

"Well you can't have it," stated the pilot crossly. "This is wasting my time. I was told not to give it to anyone else.

Inside someone says sharply, "Did we get box?"

"Not yet," said someone else. "I think they will in a bit though!"

Fully awake I stumble up. Go and make a cup of tea. The McD's outside are off again, working their magic stealthy.

"Is it her Whiskey then?" asked one in a friendly way. "We wouldn't want to be stealing it from her ye ken!"

"I shouldn't think so," said the other man, "If she was entitled to any, t'would only be a small bottle now and then."

Seeing my light on, the McD's run off like water with their chlldren leading the way.

Half an hour later, a voice splits the morning air, it comes from the gutter.

"Who is that?" I try telepathically. Sometimes it works, they tell the truth if the defenses are down enough. No way to check first.

'One of the Dukes..." he informs. "He does sound like hes from the gutter too!"

He's still yelling at the McD's. I believe they are unhappy. No whiskey, and being told off too...

"It won't work out unless she is dead." he carries on full voice, "I told you that last time, you'll have to kill her.,,"

Lovely! death threats at around 2a.m. The McD's disappear silently... Too upset to talk more.

Well Leggings, you're right perhaps its fascinating listening to folk. Apparently there is a sex change going on some where near by to me too. A double up one. A couple changing over.

You never know folk until you know folk.

See you tomorrow...

Kitty.