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Author:  Tor [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:52 pm ]
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Here is a short drabble explaining why pets, and their accompanying vets, suddenly disappeared from the CS. It is liberally sprinkled with EBDs own text in Exploits.

I should be writing my thesis, but needed cheering up. This is my first drabble. be kind!

“Eva, you’d better stick to pets again. You’re very successful, and you know more about them than any of the rest of us do”

Eva laughed. “That is an exaggeration, Joey. But I will be responsible for them – all those I understand,” she added cautiously.

They all laughed at that. Joey’s face suddenly brightened.

“You needn’t worry about that this term Eva! There’s a veterinary doctor staying up at the Sonnalpe for a few months. He’s doing some frightfully complicated work on TB in cows, or something and he and Jem are having a fine old time discussing his latest research. He’d be able to give you all kinds of help – even if we get another chamaeleon!”

“A veterinary doctor, my Jo?” repeated Simone, puzzled “ And TB in cows?”

“Yes! He is awfully nice, and spent a lot of time going for walks with me and Rufus. Said he was a really fine specimen.”

“That would be very helpful,” said Eva “But I do hope there are no chamaeleons, I do not think they would much like the winter up here”

“I don’t think we’ve anything much beyond dogs and cats and rabbits this term” said Jo, answering Eva’s remark “But it is a thought – I say we invite Dr. Tim down to see our... our menagerie? What do you think?”

The prefects all assented readily. Simone, however, looked a little dejected. Her romantic affection for Jo had survived nearly five years of teasing, and she couldn’t help the pang of jealousy she felt as Jo continued to wax lyrical about the virtues of Dr. Tim.

“I will write a notice,” said Simone, interrupting Jo’s description of Dr. Tim’s first experience of a cow-herders hut “Or would it best to ask Mademoiselle to write to him?”

“Well, we will have to check with Mademoiselle, but I am sure it will be fine. You and I are due up at the Sonnalpe this weekend, Simone, so I – we – can invite him then. I suspect he will be bucked by the invite!”

“Your language, Jo!” remarked Frieda with a smile

“Oh I know, but I’ve been talking like an Elsie book all summer, so I am definitely improving! Come long,” said Joey, rising and stretching herself. “I simply must see this new girl. From all I can gather, she is the latest in freaks.”

“She isn’t a freak you will like,” said Frieda shrewdly. “We have never had anyone like her in the School.”

“We never had anyone like Stacie in the School till she came,” retorted Jo, “She soon came in to line. We must do what we can for this wonder.”

~

The week passed, with only Thekla’s behaviour marring the excitement of a new school term. When the weekend came around, Jo and Simone were packed in to Dr. Jem’s motor car along with Peggy Burnett and Cyrilla.

“It will be a bit of a squeeze, I am afraid.” Said Jem as they headed off. “I’m collecting Collins at the station”

“Dr. Tim!” cried Jo “Oh we don’t mind a squeeze. The new motor road makes the journey so much shorter anyway.”

Jem gave Jo a quick look, and a little smiled to himself. But Jo was oblivious. She was already explaining to Peggy Burnett what a ‘vet’ was, and gleefully expanding on the prefects plan to have Dr. Tim down to look at the school’s collection of animals.

When Dr. Tim clambered in to the front seat, he turned to grin at the four girls behind him.

“Alright back there?” he asked “Sorry about this – not a great way to introduce oneself, is it? Shoving you all back there?”

“Don’t worry!” laughed Jo, “Simone, Peggy, Cyrilla – this is Dr. Tim Collins.”

Aquaintances made, Jem got on with the business of delivering his charges to the Sonnalpe, whereupon he and Dr. Tim dashed over to the San. Jo gave a little disgruntled sigh.

“They might have stayed for Kaffee” she grumbled.

“Lovely to see you too, Jo!” laughed Madge “Girls, I know you’ll want to get over to the Annexe as soon as you can. Dr Jack said he’ll drop by shortly and walk across there with you. Come in and put you stuff in you rooms first, and say hello to the babies.”

Jack Maynard was along shortly, looking somewhat tired. His work load seemed to have increased somewhat over the last few weeks, as Jem spent more of his time in confab with Tim Collins. But he was looking forward to his short walk with Jo and co across the Sonnalpe.

“Hello, Jo old thing!” he called down the path.

“Hello Dr. Jack. How nice of you to come and say hello.” Jo grinned at him “Just you is it?” She looked hopefully over his shoulder.

“Not good enough alone, eh?” he teased. “Go on, grab your blazer and get the others. We haven’t got all day”

Jo dashed off, and gathered up the rest. Minutes later, the four school girls, trig in their uniform set off with the young doctor. Dr. Jack chatted amiably with little Kitty Burnett as Jo, Simone and Cyrilla discussed school animatedly. Suddenly Jo stopped with a cry, and a slight flush appearing on her cheeks

“Oh wait! I think that is Dr. Tim trying to catch up with us. Do wait Dr. Jack!”

Jack paused, and a dark look crossed his face. For some time now he had been harbouring a special affection for Jo, but had realised she was to much a school-girl still to be anything but just friends. And suddenly, here was a whole new Jo. And worse, her interest seemed to be directed elsewhere.

Author:  Alison H [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:11 pm ]
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Thanks Tor - looking forward to more!

Author:  PaulineS [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:36 pm ]
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Thanks Tor good to see another drabble. Good luck with it.

Author:  JS [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:48 pm ]
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really interesting start - looking forward to more!

Author:  Honor [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 6:15 pm ]
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Thanks Tor :D . Really like your first drabble! Looking forward to seeing how things progress.

Author:  Elbee [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:25 pm ]
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Looking forward to this, thanks Tor.

Author:  abbeybufo [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:29 pm ]
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Great start Tor, thanks :D

Looking forward to more!

Author:  Tara [ Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:30 pm ]
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Very intriguing! More, please ...

Author:  Lesley [ Thu Sep 18, 2008 6:11 am ]
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Oh dear - jealousy from Jack - and knowing his temper...



Thanks Tor. :lol:

Author:  di [ Thu Sep 18, 2008 6:35 am ]
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Echo, more please.This looks as if it's going to be fun.
Thanks, Tor.

Author:  JustJen [ Thu Sep 18, 2008 3:12 pm ]
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Ooo Jack has competion for Joey! This should be very interesting

Author:  Rebecca [ Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:00 pm ]
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I'm liking this! Looking forward to finding out what happens next.

Author:  Sarah_K [ Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:19 pm ]
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Oh dear, poor Jack! Still a little competition never hurt anyone and Dr Tim sounds rather nice too :D

Author:  Vick [ Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:24 pm ]
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Jack is jealous! Excellent start Tor, looking forward to more :D

Have to wait a week though as we go away tomorrow!!!

Author:  Tor [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 4:50 pm ]
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Thanks for the encouragement. I have to say I have no idea about vets, veterinary history or TB (in cows or humans). So apologies for all inaccuracies that are bound to occur.

The group halted and Joey gave a wave and a melodious yodel to the approaching Dr. Tim. He waved back, and picked up his pace. He reached them somewhat out of breath.

“Maynard! Emergency at the San. Jem sent me off to fetch you ASAP. Don’t worry, I make sure these ladies make it safely to their destination.”

Jack hesitated, but then, as if settling some inner battle, he gave his head a determined shake, said goodbye to the girls and set off back across the Sonnalpe at a run.

“Jolly fast on the old mountains, that Maynard!” remarked Dr. Tim. “Beat me any day”

“Oh well, you haven’t had much practice at it yet!” cried Jo “You’ll soon get used to it”

Dr. Tim smiled “’Fraid not, my girl! Never was much in favour of hills, or running. Always much preferred a horse to ride. Or a motor bike. But I dare say I can manage to get you to where you are supposed to be going, if you’ll lead the way.”

The girls and Dr. Tim proceeded at a leisurely pace towards the Annexe, and as they walked they talked. Joey immediately brought up the subject of their school pets

“Wont you come along one weekend and visit us?” she asked, “We’d love to show you our animals, and perhaps you would be able to give us tips on how to keep them healthy”. It would be awfully useful. We could add it to our first-aid training in Guides!”

“Oh yes!” cried Kitty, delightedly. She was a keen Brownie, and was delighted by the idea of putting a bandage on a kitten.

Dr Tim looked slightly askance. “Well, you see, I don’t know that I should let you practice first aid on your pets. But...” as he saw the looks of disappointment on their faces, even Simone’s who had warmed to Dr. Tim since meeting him, “there’s certainly a lot I could talk to you about. And I’d love to see your animals.”

“That’s settled then!” said Jo with a triumphant grin. “Simone, you must write Dr. Tim an invitation as soon as Mademoiselle gives us permission to do so. Here we are! There’s Juliet waving at us”

Dr. Tim excused himself the visit to the Annexe, saying he needed to get back to his laboratory work. But he promised them he would be at Die Rosen that evening, and left with a cheerful wave.

~

After dinner, Jack Maynard and Tim Collins walked together from the San to Die Rosen.

“Still dashed warm.” said Dr. Tim after a few minutes of silence.

“Mmm.” Jack made a non-committal sound.

“You alright, old man?” asked Dr. Tim. Jack had been equally silent over dinner. “Seems like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“Absolutely fine,” said Jack tersely, and picked up his pace a little. Tim shrugged.

“Alright. Nothing a stiff drink wouldn’t sort out, I’m sure,” he said with a smile that was not returned. “Fancy a visit to Innsbruck next weekend – sure to sort you out. Rather dry up here, I’ve noticed.”

Jack gave a non-committed grunt and kept walking. The lights of the salon at Die Rosen shone out, and the sound of girlish laughter drifted across to them through the wide open windows.

“Lovely girls, these,” Dr. Tim tried again. But when no reply was forth coming, he gave it up as bad job.

~

As soon as the two young doctors reached Die Rosen, Jack’s mood shifted. In fact, Jem was caused to comment to his wife that he had never seen Maynard so determined to be the life and soul of the party. He proposed games, told anecdotes that had everyone laughing until tears streamed down their faces, and the girls had to be told to quieten down lest they disturb the babies and Stacie.

Dr. Tim, however, was also in much demand. Every time Jack proposed a game, Jo immediately suggested they partnered. For every anecdote Jack told, Jo listened rapt, but – just as Jack felt that he may have won back his place as her favourite doctor chum – she would turn to Dr. Tim and solicit several vet stories in a row. The final straw came when Jo herself proposed a song.

“Dr. Tim, duet with me. I heard you singing the other day – you have a jolly good voice.”

Tim readily assented, and Jack sat, deflated, as they sung. However, he quickly regained his composure. And as he watched Joey and Dr. Tim sing together, he suddenly noticed the look on Madge’s face as she did the same. She was contemplating the pair with trepidation, and a definite set to her chin did not bode well for the future of Dr. Tim at the Sonnalpe.

Author:  Lesley [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 5:37 pm ]
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Does Madge disapprove of Dr Tim? Jack has a secret ally!


Thanks Tor.

Author:  JS [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 6:04 pm ]
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Ooh, this is fun. Pistols at dawn? May we have more, and quickly?

Author:  Lottie [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 6:06 pm ]
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Tor wrote:
I have to say I have no idea about vets, veterinary history or TB (in cows or humans).

I don't think that sort of thing ever bothered EBD, so don't let it worry you, either. :wink:

I wonder how Madge is going to get rid of Dr. Tim. :roll: Thanks, Tor. I'm really enjoying this. :D

Author:  Abi [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 6:33 pm ]
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Oooh, this is interesting! Love that Jack has a rival!

Thanks Tor.

Author:  jilianb [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 6:51 pm ]
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Thanks Tor, looking forward to seeing how Jack copes with his rival.

Author:  JustJen [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:15 pm ]
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Oh dear, Tim had better not go hiking with Jack!

Author:  LizzieC [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:50 pm ]
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Tor wrote:
Thanks for the encouragement. I have to say I have no idea about vets, veterinary history or TB (in cows or humans). So apologies for all inaccuracies that are bound to occur.


Hehe - that's ok ;) All I know comes from James Herriot books :D (I'm not sure I would have been as understanding as Helen was if I'd had to spend my honeymoon testing for TB in cattle...)

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“Oh yes!” cried Kitty, delightedly. She was a keen Brownie, and was delighted by the idea of putting a bandage on a kitten.


:lol: :rofl:

I suspect if she tried that she'd end up with more bandages on her than the kitten on it ;)

*speaks from experience of having tried to bandage cats*

Author:  Tara [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:30 pm ]
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Thank you, Tor, this is great fun :D .

Author:  Alison H [ Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:36 pm ]
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:lol: :lol: This is great! Looks like the competition is doing Jack good.

Author:  di [ Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:17 am ]
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More, more, more. Please :) Poor Dr.Tim! He has no idea what he's let himself in for :lol:
Great, Tor. Thanks.

Author:  Mrs Redboots [ Sat Sep 20, 2008 9:41 pm ]
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This is very splendid so far - I'm grinning away as I read it! More, please.

Author:  Sarah_K [ Sat Sep 20, 2008 9:46 pm ]
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Oh Jack, I think you're going to have a battle on your hands!

Can't wait to see what Dr Tim makes of the Chaletians en masse :lol:

Author:  Tor [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 1:17 pm ]
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I wanted to make Tim a baddy, but he seems to be simply misunderstood!

Thanks for the encouragement.



As soon as Joey and Dr. Tim finished their duet, to much applause, Madge called an end to the festivities.

“It is well after 22.00, girls! I can’t think where the time went.”

Joey, Simone and Cyrilla made little fuss. It had been a long day, a lively evening and they had suddenly felt how tired they were. The young doctors both took their leave with much good humour, and promises to stop by to see them off the following day. The girls waited only to see them out of the door, before saying their goodnights to Madge and Jem.

“Topping evening, Madge” said Joey with a yawn. She had waited for Simone and Cyrilla to go to their rooms so she might have a moment alone with her sister.

“Yes, Joey-baba.” Madge sighed a little, and ruffled Jo’s hair. Jo gave her a perplexed look. It had been a while since Madge had used her baby name.

“Nothing wrong, is there?” she asked.

“No,” Madge paused, and considered her younger sister, so much older now than the Jo who had rebelled against being head girl and the mantle of adulthood. And yet... Madge could see there was still much of the child about Jo. “It’s just seeing you and Simone so grown up these days. I can’t believe you are the same girls I had as my first pupils all those years ago.”

Jo grinned. “You should see Frieda! No I wont tell, you can wait until half-term. Don’t worry old-thing. I wont be growing up any faster than I can.” And with a quick kiss, Jo headed up to bed.

Madge watched her go, and then turned back to the salon. Jem was waiting for her, standing by the open window as he smoked a cigar. He beckoned her over, and put an arm around her slim shoulders. For a few minutes they stood in silence and looked at the starry sky. A full moon shone, illuminating the limestone crags.
“Something is up” said Jem finally. “I heard you talking to Joey, but I wont be fobbed off with the excuses you gave her. Come on, spill.”

Madge lent her head against her husbands shoulder. “What is Tim Collins like?”

“Collins?” Jem took a long puff of his cigar. “A nice enough fellow. Awfully clever. Not sure about all of his theories. Badgers and what not.” He began to chuckle as he saw the irritation on Madge’s face.

“I mean as a person,” she said in exasperation

“I suppose this is about Joey?” he asked. “Look Madge, I think that is a fairly one-sided affair. I’m not even sure Jo realises her infatuation for what it is. She is awfully young in some ways.” He looked down at his pretty, young wife and smiled. The troubled eyes that met his did not return the smile.

“I don’t know Jem. He seems a little... well... fast.” Madge groped for the right words. “Girls marry young here, but they stay young and innocent in so many ways. I’m not sure he appreciates that.”

“Do you want me to have a word with young Collins?” asked Jem. “I must say I’d prefer not to interfere. Jo must grow up at some point. And I’m sure no harm will come to her from that quarter.”

Madge paused. She wanted to cry “Yes! Yes! Keep him away from my Joey”, but she was also aware that she was being irrational. And inconsistent. She had told Jo she needed to grow up, and here she was desperately clinging to the last remnants of the kid sister she had nursed over the years.

“No. Leave it for now. But do keep an eye on things. You might not see trouble, but I see my sister giving all the wrong signals to an experienced young man. And I don’t like it at all.”

“Poor old lady!” Jem kissed the dark head, and gave her a protective hug. Madge sighed, but contentedly this time, and the two stood in silence once more, enjoying the stillness of the night.

~

Dr. Jack and Dr. Tim, meanwhile, were also enjoying the night air. Jack was ebullient, and Dr. Tim couldn’t help but comment on the change in him since dinner.

“Nothing like an evening with fine company. Good for the soul” He said cheerfully. And meant it. He hadn’t had such a pleasant evening for a number of weeks, nor been the centre of such undivided attention.

“Nothing like it!” Jack agreed. “I say, Collins, I will take you up on that offer of a trip to Innsbruck.”

“Just what the doctor ordered, eh?” laughed Tim. “Right-o. Next weekend. You, me, some decent schnapps and the fleshpots of Innsbruck. Better check there’s no surgery planned for the following morning!”

Jack joined in the laughter. He felt great. Yes, Jo seemed to be infatuated with Tim. But he knew he could rely on Madge to nip that in the bud. He had waited this long, and moderated his behaviour. He could wait a bit longer. Let Tim do all the ground work, let him pave the way for a later, more serious suitor. He’d always pegged Madge as a protective sort, and knew she’d take time to come around to the idea of anyone being a suitor to Jo.

Still. It wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye on Dr. Collins. And Jo. Or to make sure things moved in the direction he wanted them too.

“Nice duet you and Jo gave.” He said nonchalantly

“Yes. Lovely voice. A bit of a soppy choice. Think she might have a bit of a crush on me.”

“Oh?” Jack couldn’t quite keep the surge of temper he suddenly felt from cracking his voice. “And you?”

“Crush on a school kid? Not me.” Tim chuckled, oblivious to the atmosphere building around Jack “And not with the bosses sister-in-law!”

Dr. Tim was well intentioned. But his talents did not include understanding people. He preferred horses, and dogs. Preferably the two together, on a hunt in the countryside. He was a fine vet, but the finer points of the human psyche quite escaped him. And so he continued, digging himself deeper.

“I mean,” he went on, “It’s awfully good fun having a good looking, intelligent girl taking a fancy to one. So I figure I’ll just enjoy it whilst it lasts, all the compliments and what-ho. And you never know what will happen in the future. One day she’s a school-girl, the next I’m back at the San for a conference and in walks a real...”

He got no further. Jack’s (almost good) intentions to let the affair run it’s course were no match for his temper. And this final image of his Joey ending up with this... this VET, was too much to handle. His fist met Tim’s jaw with a resounding crunch.

ETA: correction of familial relationships! and mixed metaphors

Author:  Lesley [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 1:58 pm ]
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Oh dear - how to make friends and influence people, Jack - NOT!!!!!!
Poor Tim - not realising just how infatuated Jack is. :lol:

Thanks Tor

Author:  Mrs Redboots [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:17 pm ]
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Oh, poor Jack - just so what he didn't want to hear! And now he's put himself very much in the wrong.

Author:  PaulineS [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:20 pm ]
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Tim really dug a hole for himself here. I am not supprised that Jack decided to try and bury him in it.

Author:  Fiona Mc [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 3:15 pm ]
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:lol: :lol: :lol: This is fabulous, thank you

Author:  Alison H [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 6:19 pm ]
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Well, Tim obviously didn't have a clue that Jack fancied Joey! Can't wait to find out how Jack explains this one.

Author:  Abi [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 6:23 pm ]
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ooooooh dear! Tim really put his foot in it there!!! This is great! Thanks Tor.

Author:  Tara [ Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:04 pm ]
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Ouch! Bit of a pity Jack lost his cool so thoroughly, he's given himself away good and proper. Madge's worries were very understandable, but I suspect Jack has just given Tim a reason to want to pursue Joey just for spite!

Author:  di [ Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:36 am ]
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Oh dear, Jack. Not the way to put the young Tim off. Best leave it to Madge, I think.
Thanks,Tor.

Author:  JS [ Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:57 am ]
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How funny - shame, though; would have loved to see what the 'fleshpots' of Innsbruck were like but I doubt they'll be going now!

Author:  Elbee [ Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:51 am ]
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Oh dear Jack, perhaps not the most sensible of actions, this could take quite some explaining!

Thanks Tor, really enjoying this.

Author:  Jennie [ Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:54 pm ]
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On the other hand, it might make Tim realise the Jo is pursuing him, and make him back off.

Author:  Ela [ Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:32 pm ]
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I like it, Tor! Thank-you very much for that lovely picture!

Author:  Tor [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:21 am ]
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Tim staggered backwards, clutching his jaw, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“I say! Steady on old man,” He paused, and tested his jaw with a few sideways movements. “What the devil was that for?”

Jack stood rooted to the spot, his anger gone, and his face drained of the hot colour that had flooded it moments earlier.

“I.... I....” the words caught in his throat. Tim took pity on the sorry figure that stood before him, his own indignation fading.

“Well, Maynard. No harm done at my end, solid stuff us Collinses. But that crunch had to come from somewhere, so lets take a look at your hand.”

At this, Jack suddenly became aware of the dull throbbing in his right hand. He held it up into the moonlight, and stared, horrified. He had quite definitely broken something.

“You’ve quite definitely broken something,” said Tim, “Come on, lets get you back to the San and see what we can do. I’ve fixed the odd monkey and dog paw, and you’re not so very different.”

Jack just stood staring at his hand, trying to wiggle his fingers.

“But, surgery...” he whispered, almost inaudibly. Tim felt suddenly irritated by Jack. He had been more than willing to forgive and forget the punch, and wasn’t all that interested in the reasons behind it. He had been doing his level best to be a good egg on all counts, but a little acknowledgment of this wouldn’t go amiss. Jack, however, didn’t even seem to have noticed.

“Well, I imagine you’ll be out of that for the next few days.” He said bluntly, “Should have thought of that before landing a punch on an innocent man.”

Jack looked up at Tim, his eyes desperate.

“I’m sorry,” Jack’s voice cracked, “But I can’t move my fingers. I’m not sure I’ll be fit for surgery again. Ever.”

Author:  Alison H [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:27 am ]
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Tor wrote:
I’ve fixed the odd monkey and dog paw, and you’re not so very different.”


Brilliant :lol: .

Tor wrote:

“I’m sorry,” Jack’s voice cracked, “But I can’t move my fingers. I’m not sure I’ll be able be fit for surgery again. Ever.”


Eek, he may have asked for trouble but I hope he's OK - come on Tim, be a hero and sort him out!

Thanks Tor :D .

Author:  JS [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:48 am ]
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Oh dear - you see Jack, violence is rarely the answer!

Author:  Ela [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 1:23 pm ]
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Couldn't help laughing there! :lol: Jack is truly hoist by his own petard (though Joey may change her mind about him when she realises that he's been injured). I rather like Tim - he's refreshingly ordinary and matter-of-fact. Thanks, Tor.

Author:  Abi [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 5:45 pm ]
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Oh dear, poor Jack. :roll: Think Tim may have twigged what was behind that! Lovely, thanks Tor!

Author:  di [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 6:42 pm ]
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Well, Jack, what a silly thing to do!! Perhaps next time you'll count to ten :lol:
Thanks Tor, I'm also beginning to like 'down to earth' Tim.

Author:  Lesley [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:49 pm ]
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Serves Jack right!!! And good for Tim in not getting angry.


Thanks Tor

Author:  Tor [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 9:20 pm ]
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I rather like Tim too. He has scuppered my original plans for him. Who knows where this will end up going!


For a moment Tim stood dumbfounded, with a mixture of horror and sympathy. Then he took charge.

“Nonsense.” He said firmly. “End of your career because of a broken finger. I’ve never heard such rot.” He took Jack by the shoulder. Jack winced. With a murmured apology, Tim quickly moved his hand to Jack’s left shoulder, and gave him a gentle push in the direction of the San.

“We’ve got to get you seen to, ASAP. And I could do with some ice. A right pair we’re going to look tomorrow. I don’t know how we’ll explain this away to Russell.”

~

In one of the empty treatment rooms in the San, Jack sat stiffly on a bed, his hand resting on a treatment trolley. Tim sat opposite on a tall stool. The two men contemplated the swollen and bruised digits in silence. Tim reached across to try and manipulate Jack’s index finger.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, as he felt Jack stiffen.

“Of course it does, you idiot.” Said Jack through gritted teeth.

“Frightfully easy, this doctor lark” Tim grinned, “Never been able to actually ask a patient those questions before. Just had to guess.”

“Well?” Jack looked up at Tim. A few hours ago this man had been his enemy, but now he felt completely at his mercy.

“You’re fine.” Said Tim with authority. “No surgery for a couple of weeks, keep the hand rested, but use it everyday.”

“Finger exercises,” said Jack with a nod, relief flooded him, and he felt his confidence return.

“Yes. Darn your socks. That should keep you in practice” Tim smiled naughtily, “And it will give the nurses some more free time.” Jack’s socks were notorious around the San, as were his various pleadings with nurses for their help in mending them.

Jack grinned. “Thanks, Collins. For all this. And,” he paused, his face reddening, “Look here, I’m awfully sorry about earlier. It’s just...”

“No need, my man, no need to explain.” Tim had enough gumption to realize Jack had exploded because of his less than chivalrous comments towards Miss Bettany “All’s fair, and all that.”

Jack sighed in relief. He had been dreading an explanation. “And Collins,” he added “I’d still like to take you up on that offer of a drink. If you’ll risk it”

Tim clapped him on the shoulder with friendly enthusiasm, ignoring Jack stifled yelp of pain.

“Excellent stuff. Innsbruck it is. And no surgery for you to worry about either! Tophole!”

Edited to remove my random comment in the middle. It should have been at the top!

Author:  Mrs Redboots [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 9:22 pm ]
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This is lovely! Thanks. Glad Tim is so forgiving - he's a bit nice, isn't he?

Author:  Celia [ Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:01 pm ]
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Thanks Tor, loved the bit where Tim says he's never been able to ask
a patient questions before :lol:

Author:  Lesley [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:41 am ]
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Tim's rather a dish isn't he? :lol: Glad Jack was able to apologise.


Thanks Tor.

Author:  JS [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 9:38 am ]
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Oh goodie; suspect that Jack will continue to be tested, however, if Jo keeps chasing Tim! And what will Jem say when he sees the injuries?

Author:  di [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 10:56 am ]
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It's a good job Jack's finger isn't more badly injured, [sorry, Miss Annersley for the awful grammer!] as it is he'll have a difficult job explaining to Jem just why he 'socked' the vet!! Hardly a conflict over patients. :lol:

Author:  Tor [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 11:32 am ]
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Thanks for all the comments. :D

The next day, two rather-the-worse-for-wear young men made good their promise to wave off the Chalet girls. They arrived at Die Rosen just as Jem was chivvying the party towards the big motor car, followed more sedately by Madge, with Davy in her arms, and the twins trotting along beside. Jack and Tim fell in alongside her, and they congregated alongside the shiny vehicle.

Jo stuck her head out of the car door. “Oh Good! You made it!” she cried, “I thought maybe you wouldn’t when I didn’t see you at church.”

“Well - ” Jack began to answer

“What has happened to your poor face Dr. Tim?” Jo exclaimed concernedly, heedless of Jack and good manners

“Erm... spot of toothache, I’m afraid. Looks like the dentist for me.” Tim mumbled, glancing sideways at Jack, hoping to catch his eye and share the joke. Jack, however, was staring stonily ahead.

“Oh you poor lamb!” Jo said feelingly, her dark eyes soft with sympathy.

“Ah... Er... Well it’s nothing really. Serve me right for all those delicious cakes I’ve been eating up here.” Tim continued uncomfortably. “Er.. Please. Don’t worry about it.”

Just then Simone noticed Jack’s hand.

“Mais, Dr. Jack!” she called from behind Jo, “You also have a bandaged hand! Look, my Jo!”

“Oh, golly! Dr. Jack that does look rather sore.” Jo’s sympathetic eye was turned on the young doctor, whose stony countenance softened into a sheepish smile.

“Caught it in the door frame,” he replied. “All my own fault.”

“Well, that was an idiotic thing to do.” Jo gave him her best, withering, head-girl stare. Jack, however, basked in it. He grinned like a school-boy.

“Pull your head in, Jo.” Jem slammed the car door, and headed around to the driver’s seat. He stopped by the farewell party to kiss his wife and son. Then he turned to Tim and Jack, and looked from jaw to hand grimly. His eyes flashed, and his mouth set in a angry line.

“I will back in two hours.” He said in a terse, low voice. “I expect the two of you to be in my office, waiting for me.” And with that, he swung himself into the car, and drove away. Madge, the twins, Tim and Jack all waved to the car as it went, and the girls inside waved back with interest, until the car turned off across the Sonnalpe and out of sight.

Author:  di [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 11:55 am ]
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Oh dear, nothing worse than Jem on the warpath. He seems as if he's sussed out the connection between one swollen jaw and one sore hand. I wouldn't like to be in their shoes when he returns. :cry:
Thanks, Tor.

Author:  Ela [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:12 pm ]
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Love Jack grinning at Joey's "head girl" glare. Wonder what Jem will say to the two younger men...

Thanks, Tor.

Author:  JS [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:55 pm ]
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looked from jaw to hand grimly


Love it; just love it.

Author:  Abi [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:14 pm ]
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Hmm, I suppose Jem's going to be all protective father-ish - just when Tim and Jack had it all sorted out between themselves. Ah well, I expect they'll survive it! Wonder what Joey would think if she realised though. :lol:

Thanks Tor - lovely!

Author:  Lesley [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:26 pm ]
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Well I can't see why Tim should be getting a reprimand - what has he done wrong?


Thanks Tor.

Author:  Mrs Redboots [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:53 pm ]
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Oops..... Thanks!

Author:  Lottie [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 7:30 pm ]
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Lesley wrote:
Well I can't see why Tim should be getting a reprimand - what has he done wrong?

But this is Chalet-land. You get the blame if you're involved in an incident, even if you're completely innocent!

Thanks, Tor. :D I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next.

Author:  Sarah_K [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 9:50 pm ]
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Oh dear... Jem's on the spot even if the girls aren't!

Tim does seem like a good guy at heart, unchivalrous comments aside *g* I hope he finds a nice nurse/teacher/other unspecified person of his own.

Author:  Tor [ Wed Sep 24, 2008 10:03 pm ]
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Don't worry I have plans for young Tim!
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Back at the Chalet School, a subdued Cornelia Flower sat with her special chums in the shade of some tall trees. She was still rather shaken from her unexpected adventure on the Bärenbad Alpe, and was finding it hard to concentrate on her library book.

“Say,” she said, interrupting the Sunday peace, “I wonder when Cyrilla will be getting back.”

Margia looked up from her book, “Oh, it’s sure to be soon. They’ll have probably left after Mittagessen.”

“I had forgotten she had gone to the Sonnalpe” said Ilonka, “I could have sworn she was here yesterday”

“It’s this hot weather,” said Evadne lazily from where she lay, her book open and resting on her face, with scant regard for its spine. “It makes everything seem blurry and woozy. You probably elucidated it,”

“If you mean hallucinate, I say so,” Jo’s clear tones interrupted them, and Evadne sat up hastily.

“You are a mean, Jo!” she said. Jo gave her a warning look, and another pointed glance at the beleaguered book made Evadne flush red, and bite back any colourful follow up. Margia took up the conversation.

“Is Cyrilla with you? We were wondering when you’d get back.”

“She’s on her way over from the splasheries. Jem dropped us off about ten minutes ago.” Jo looked around at the group, “But I want to hear about this escapade of Corney’s,”

Cornelia smiled wanly. It was still a bit too near in the memory for her to laugh about yet.

“Elsie can tell it. I’m sure I don’t want to,” she said. “Here comes Cyrilla. Wait until she gets here to save telling it twice.”

Elsie duly waited, and then told the tale with so much gusto that afterwards Cyrilla exclaimed she quite felt as though she had been there with them. Jo, however, was looking at Cornelia’s pale face in concern.

“I remember it was pretty frightful when I fell into that pit in camp,” she said, giving Cornelia’s arm a squeeze. “You were an idiot, Corney!”

“Gee, and don’t I know it. Miss Wilson sure made that clear.” Cornelia smiled.

“At least you didn’t call her all the names under the sun,” retorted Jo, and was rewarded with a much larger grin from the blue-eyed American.

Just then an almighty crash was heard from the direction of the Science blocks, and Enid Sothern came haring around the path.

“Oh come quickly!” she cried, “It’s Archibald! He’s loose!”

Author:  JS [ Thu Sep 25, 2008 8:17 am ]
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Oh no! Who is Archibald? And will he need a vet when he's found? And will Tim fall in love with Matey over the bandaging??

Author:  Lesley [ Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:28 pm ]
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A goat? A horse? A Ram? The possibilities are legion! :lol:

Author:  Tor [ Thu Sep 25, 2008 8:34 pm ]
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A goat? A horse? A Ram? The possibilities are legion!


I am still deciding.......

Author:  Fiona Mc [ Fri Sep 26, 2008 1:07 am ]
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Wondering who Archibald is and can't see why Jem has any right to interfer with Jack or tim. What they do in their own free time is up to them. Tim was lovely and so was Joey to Corney

Author:  di [ Fri Sep 26, 2008 10:22 am ]
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An elephant? [she says,'tongue in cheek' :wink:] Whatever it is I hope it needs Dr. Tim's assistance - it might get him out of listening to whatever Jem has planned.
Great, Tor, keep it coming, please. :)

Author:  Ela [ Fri Sep 26, 2008 4:55 pm ]
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Archibald sounds like something fairly large and difficult to control... A pig? :wink:

Author:  Honor [ Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:29 pm ]
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I think Jem does have the right to interfere if Jack has hurt himself fighting with Tim and can't do his job properly because of it. My boss would certainly have something to say about it if I had punched a colleage, whether it was out of work or not (gosh - very tempting sometimes :lol: )

Can't wait to find out about Archibald! :D

Author:  Lottie [ Fri Sep 26, 2008 10:46 pm ]
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di wrote:
An elephant?

That sounds like a good idea! :lol: Yes, please, Tor!

Author:  Tor [ Sat Sep 27, 2008 1:15 pm ]
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I hope Archibald's identity does not disappoint. Sorry, Lottie, but elephants are too close to my PhD thesis work to allow me to write drabble text without huge guilt. Shame though, as I do know a lot about elephants!!!!


~

As one the senior middles and the head girl of the Chalet School jumped up and ran to Enid. The small girl’s puck-faced insouciance had been replaced by panic.

“Who – no what – is Archibald?” asked Jo briskly.

“My... my... ferret,” Enid gulped back a sob. “I just wanted to play with him and talk to him for a bit. He seems so lonely in his cage all day. But he wriggled out of my arms, and now... Now he’s gone.” The little girl struggled to retain her composure.

Joey looked at her blackly. “You mean to say you were in the pet’s hut, which is out of bounds for all Juniors and Middles without prefect supervision, and on a Sunday?”

“Yes.” Enid’s voice was small, but she was brave girl and her dearly beloved ferret needed her assistance. A head-girl’s lecture wasn’t going to stop her in her mission to get him back safe. “But you have to help me find him. You have to!” At this last plea, she clutched at Joey’s arm in desperation.

“What’s a ferret?” Cornelia’s curiosity got the better of her

“It’s a kind of dog,” said Jo with finality

“It’s like a large stretchy rat,” said Elsie at the same time. At this, Lonny and Cyrilla gave stifled squeals, and looked about them in fear.

Jo sighed. “Margia, run and find Eva. The rest of you come with me to the pet’s hut and we’ll start the search.” Then, as Lonny and Cyrilla hesitated, “Oh, will you two buck up and act your age.”

With that, she marched the party towards the small hut that stood beside the Science Block and housed the various pet’s of the Chalet School.

~

A scene of devastation greeted them. Inside the wooden building, warm and smelling of straw and animals, a large cage lay open on the floor. Beside it a bag of feed had been tipped over, spilling its contents over a large area, and several bowls of different sizes were strewn across the room. Jo looked around in horror.

“How big is a ferret, again?” she asked Enid in a faltering voice. Lonny clutched at Evadne, eliciting an indignant squeak from that lady.

“Say, will you let go?” she hissed.

Enid, however, was on her hands and knees, peering under the deep shelves that held the pet cages. Ignoring the barks and mews of the other animals, she was calling Archibald’s name over and over. After a few minutes she stopped, and turned to the others.

“Oh, I’d hoped he’d have come back. But he isn’t here.”

“Not here?” Jo cried. “Oh don’t tell me you had the door open, and the little beast ran outside?”

“It was so hot in here.” Enid was crying now, her pluck all gone. “I thought the animals needed a breeze to cool them down.”

Jo was about to say something scathing, when Eva arrived, along with Miss Wilson and Mademoiselle LaPattre. Shortly behind them came Margia, panting somewhat from running, but clutching a large book.

“Oh Eva,” said Jo. “Enid’s lost her ferret. The little idiot left the door open and so by now it’s probably half way to Seespitz.” At this, Enid’s tears turned to sobs.

Eva looked perplexed. “A ferret? What, then, is a ferret? This year I had thought we only dogs and cats and rabbits.”

“A ferret is a dog,” Jo said, just as Elsie repeated her views on the subject to a horrified Mademoiselle.

Miss Wilson gave the assembled group an appalled look. “Girls!” she said sharply, calling them to order. “I cannot believe your ignorance! A ferret is not a dog. And,” as this statement had elicited some rather nervous behaviour from Lonny and Cyrilla, she added witheringly “Nor is it a rat.”

“What, then, is a Ferret?” asked Mademoiselle, echoing Eva’s earlier question. Before Miss Wilson could answer, however, Margia pushed through to the centre of the group.

“Here,” she said, “Here’s a picture.” She help open the large book to display a picture of a fine, white-haired creature. “I ran to library to get the encyclopaedia after I found Eva,” Margia added in explanation.

“I’m glad at least one of you has some sense,” said Miss Wilson.

“I’d like to find out how she got into the library,” muttered Jo, but she went unheeded as Miss Wilson contined.

“Girls, ferrets are a bit like a weasel, or a mongoose.” One or two faces looked enlightened

“Like Riki-Tiki-Tavi?” asked Cornelia, who had rather loved the Jungle Book as a young girl.

“Quite.” Miss Wilson turned to Enid, who had stopped crying by this point. “Enid, we need to know the colour of your ferret, and then I suggest we split up and start to look for him.”

“Archibald is grey, with black patches around his eyes,” she said. “He’s about a foot and a half long.”

“Right. Jo, you take Lonny and Elsie and start in the garden. Eva, you Cornelia and Margia take the area immediately around here and the Science Block. Evadne, I want you to go and grab Louise Redfield and Marie von Eschenau and ask them to help in the search.”

At this point Miss Wilson paused and Mademoiselle stepped in.

“Enid, ma petit, do not worry. He will not have gone far. We have good high fences and he will surely be found very soon,”

Enid wiped her eyes with a grubby handkerchief. “He’s an awfully good climber, Mademoiselle,” she said doubtfully, “He once climbed over the garden wall at home, and we didn’t find him until he ran up the leg of the vicar’s trousers.”

Mademoiselle blanched at this rather vivid image, and sent a hasty glance around the room.

“Well, let us hope that he will be returned to you in a less dramatic fashion this time. But now, you must go and wash your face, and then you must put on your science overalls and come and begin to tidy away this mess that Archibald has caused.”

“Oh, I am afraid that was me, I was trying to catch him before he got out of the door,” Enid explained, her puckish grin returning now that Archibald’s safe return seemed likely.

“In which case, ma petit, you must surely tidy up the mess of your own creation,” said Mademoiselle with gentle finality. “Now, girls, please begin your searches.”

~

Author:  Lesley [ Sat Sep 27, 2008 3:11 pm ]
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Oh well done Mademoiselle - love the ignorance shown by all and sundry as to what a ferret actually is!!! :lol:


Thanks Tor.

Author:  Celia [ Sat Sep 27, 2008 6:49 pm ]
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Am amazed at Jo likening a ferret to a dog, what breed can she be
thinking of? Love the bit about the Vicar's trousers :lol: poor
mademoiselle how embarrassing for a maiden lady of those days :!:

Thanks Tor

Author:  Abi [ Sat Sep 27, 2008 7:13 pm ]
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Oh dear, hope the ferret is found - also loved the confusion as to what a ferret actually is!

Thanks Tor!

Author:  Lottie [ Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:19 pm ]
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I hope they find the ferret for Enid, although I can't help thinking that an elephant would be a lot more difficult to lose! (Just see my sig!) :lol: Maybe, when the thesis is finished, you can do another nice long drabble all about elephants!

Thanks, Tor! :D

Author:  JS [ Sun Sep 28, 2008 10:24 am ]
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This is lovely - brightening up my morning. Thanks.

Author:  Mrs Redboots [ Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:49 pm ]
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Poor Archibald! Probably frightened out of his wits - either that, or eating all the rabbits on the Tiernsee.

I have seen someone with a pet ferret that they took for a walk on a lead (I have a photograph of it), so Jo's confusion is forgivable.

Author:  Clare [ Sun Sep 28, 2008 9:23 pm ]
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Poor Archibald, I hope he's rescued soon! Loving this drabble, poor Jack having to face competition for Jo's affections (and even worse for him, she doesn't even notice Jack at all!).

Author:  alicat [ Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:20 pm ]
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love the idea of a ferret being a stretched rat......

mind you the colouring sounds not dis-similar........

and archibald is a superb name.

love the idea of enid smuggling a ferret in disguised as a dog but am now trembling for the future health of all the little bunny rabbits...and minette.....

Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:39 am ]
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Poor Enid and poor Archibald. Love Mademoiselle in this, she's handling the mayhem well

Author:  abbeygirl [ Tue Sep 30, 2008 11:34 am ]
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NIce to have some time to catch up. This is really good and I do like Dr Tim - a bit like a not very well trained puppy.... Thanks Tor.

Author:  Elle [ Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:20 pm ]
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I love the name Archibald for a pet. I want a new pet now so I can call it that!

Author:  Tor [ Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:37 pm ]
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Rabbits beware, indeed! thanks for the comments, and apologies for the EBD-esque brogue.

And search they did. News of the escaped ferret had reached even the juniors, and Mademoiselle had given permission for everyone to help in the hunt for Archibald. It was to no avail. When it was time for Kaffee and Kuchen, an exhausted party of school girls filed in for their milky coffee and sweet bread twists, discussing the likely fate of the erstwhile mustilid.

“He must have got outside the school grounds,” Jo Bettany said, taking a long drink of her coffee. “Even the kitchen staff have been looking. If there was ferret in the vicinity we would have found him.”

“But he may simply be moving around,” replied Marie, thoughtfully. “A ferret is not so very big. We may have missed him, perhaps.”

“No fear!” said Jo, “No. I’m afraid that may be the last young Enid sees of Archibald.”

At this, Eva, looked increasingly glum. Frieda gave her a gentle squeeze.

“It is not your fault, Eva,” she said softly. “You were not to know that Enid would break the rules.”

“No, but I did not know what a ferret was. I am Pet’s Prefect, I ought to have been aware of this. And also the best way to find him.”

No one had much to say in reply to this, and a sympathetic silence ensued. Jo, still smarting from Miss Wilson’s pointed remarks on that very subject, shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, I never heard of anyone having a ferret as a pet,” she said. “So, I don’t think you’ve any more call to know about ferrets than chameleons. I had only ever heard of ferrets as being used to hunt rabbits, so I thought they had to be a type of dog. Like a daschund and badgers,” she added rather vaguely.

Mary Shand, on her way to ask for more coffee, heard this final comment, and returned to her own group of chums with wide eyes.

“Enid, does Archibald eat rabbits?” she asked in awe.

“Well, Daddy always said he would be jolly good at catching them and that sort of thing. And I feed him little bits of meat.” Enid said, thoughtfully munching on a bread twist. Tidying up the pet hut had kept her occupied during the search, as Mademoiselle had intended, and she had placed her trust in the ability of her elders to return Archibald to her safely. Consequently, she was in good spirits, despite the continued absence of her pet. “Yes, I suppose he would eat a rabbit.” She said with a definite nod.

At this, a little strangled gasp went up from the next table. And then, as the news of Archibald’s dietary preferences passed around the room, it was followed by another and another. The volume of chatter suddenly swelled, and the prefects looked up from their own corner in dismay. Jo jumped to her feet and clapped her hands sharply.

“Quiet! Please!” she called in her clear tones. “What is the matter with you all? Biddy,” she turned to the Irish girl, whose voice had been raised particularly loudly, “Explain what has suddenly caused you all to lose your heads.”

Biddy jumped to her feet, red faced. “’Tis the fact that Archibald eats rabbits, and we’re afraid for the lives of our own rabbits now the beast is loose, so we are.” She said, her voice rich with brogue. Jo frowned.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “Your pets are all safe in their hutches.”

“Ah, but if he hasn’t eaten all day... and we all know that foxes are able to get inside hutches and chicken sheds.” Rejoined Biddy, forgetting that she was addressing the head girl as she embroidered this deliciously scary story in her mind.

“Archibald wouldn’t eat any of your stupid rabbits anyway,” Enid interrupted indignantly, jumping to the defence of her beloved pet.

“That’s enough!” Jo snapped. Just then Mademoiselle entered the room, and immediately took in the unsettled air, and Enid’s flushed face. However, she mis-interpreted the cause, believing them to be anxious for news of Archibald.

“Girls, I am afraid that we must cease in our search for Archibald this evening, for it is too dark now to be outside, and you must all rest after the days excitements” she addressed the expectant girls with a smile. “Instead we must hope that Archibald makes himself known to us when he is himself hungry.”

Four girls promptly burst into tears at this, much to Mademoiselle’s dismay. Jo turned and explained just what Archibald might be hungry for. Mademoiselle gave a worried sigh.

“Those of you with small pets may go to the Pet Hut after Kaffee and check that all is secure. Eva will go with you, and you will see she has locked the doors after you have left.” She smiled at the assembled faces, and after a few more pleasantries, left the prefects to clear away the meal and deliver some cutting remarks on the behaviour of their juniors.

~

Author:  JS [ Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:48 pm ]
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Oh no! Horrible story about a pine marten round here. We knew that one was stalking chickens so a neighbour made sure she locked hers up at night (usually she let them go to bed herself). Turned out she'd locked them in with the predator and carnage ensued..........

So I hope that Eva makes sure she checks everywhere in the pets shed before she locks it up or we could have a repeat of slaughter-gate.

Thanks Tor.

Author:  Vick [ Wed Oct 01, 2008 9:07 pm ]
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Just caught up with this. Loved the fact that no one knew exactly what a ferret was! :lol:

Thanks Tor, looking forward to more... :D

Author:  Tor [ Thu Oct 02, 2008 2:24 pm ]
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Dr Tim - a bit like a not very well trained puppy....


That has given me an idea for the next bit! thanks, abbeygirl!!! But for now, Jack's woes continue

At about the same time as the Chalet girls were sitting down to Kaffee and Kuchen, Tim and Jack were waiting anxiously in the office of Dr. James Russell. Suddenly the door swung open, and a grim faced Jem swept past them and sat himself behind the large mahogany desk.

“Sit!” he barked. Rather hastily, they did. Jack had never been the focus of Jem’s disapproval before, and Tim felt he had been spirited back to his old headmaster’s office at Harrow. Both of them shrank back as far as they could in to their chairs as Jem surveyed them in silence for a few minutes. Finally he spoke.

“I do not want to know” he said, “What occurred between the two of you last night. Or why.” His voice dripped with disgust, and both Tim and Jack squirmed. “But I will not have petty squabbles amongst my staff upsetting the Sanatorium.” He held his hand up as Jack tried to interrupt.

“I told you that I don’t want explanations. Or excuses,” he went on. Jack went red at the implication that he was trying to make excuses for himself, but shut his mouth with a snap.

Jem paused. The silence seemed to stretch on for hours to Tim and Jack, who felt thoroughly cowed by this rather majestic side to Jem Russell. If they had known that he was actually struggling not to laugh at the transformation of his two young protégés into a pair of naughty school boys, they might have relaxed a little. As it was, they both held their breath waiting to hear their fate. Surely he wasn’t going to ask them leave the Sonnalpe?

“Maynard, you are clearly out of surgery for the next few weeks. Which means Gottfired will have to cover your shifts. You can explain that to him, and his wife.”

Jack let out a loud sigh of relief. He wasn’t fired! Jem glared at him.

“I’m glad to see you are so pleased to be out of surgery,” continued Dr. Russell scathingly. “In the meantime you can take on all of Dr. Mensch’s rounds, and as you can’t write with your hand in such a state, Collins can accompany you as scribe.”

Jem fixed Jack with a stare. “In addition, Dr. Maynard, you will spend your remaining time producing a report on the current advances in obstetrics and family planning, to be presented to the staff on Friday week.”

Jack looked somewhat bemused by this, and Tim was frankly agape at the turn of events.

“It has become clear that the sanatorium must diversify in its knowledge and remit, and there are some interesting new developments in London that I feel we are falling behind on. We are frequently called upon to act as both general practitioner and midwife, and it behoves us to keep abreast of more than just tuberculosis.”

Jem paused once more, and added as an after thought, “You can also present on any advances in anaesthesiology and tranquilization at the same time. The extra work ought to keep you out of any further trouble”

Just then, the phone rang.

“Russell,” answered Jem. “Ah, Elise!”

Jem’s face transformed from that of stern disciplinarian, to an expression of confusion, then amusement.

“I see. Yes, quite. I quite agree. I’ll see to it right away.” Hanging up, he turned to Tim.

“Collins, it appears there is an animal related emergency down at the Tiernsee. A pet ferret has escaped.” Jem’s voice cracked with laughter.

“What the dash is a ferret doing at the Tiernsee?” Tim asked, perplexed.

“It appears one of the students at the Chalet School had one as a pet. Now they are concerned for the lives of the other pets, and apparently this same ferret has a reputation for climbing up trouser legs.”

“What a rum idea!” By this time, Tim had completely forgotten he was in any kind of trouble. “Righto! I’ll go down and help them find the little fellow.”

“I’ll call Braun and book you into a room. Take Maynard’s car, as he’ll be unable to use it for a few days at least.”

Tim clambered to his feet, and gave Jack an apologetic grin. “Hope that’s alright with you old man. I’ll be back as soon as poss to help out with the old rounds.”

Jack gave a small, dejected smile. Jem could not have completed his punishment better if he’d tried: Tim was about to go to the rescue of the Chalet School which, by extension, meant capturing forever the devotion of one Josephine Mary Bettany. Jack’s heart sunk.

Author:  Mona [ Thu Oct 02, 2008 3:11 pm ]
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:D :D

Author:  Elbee [ Thu Oct 02, 2008 3:30 pm ]
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I love the way Jack and Tim turn into naughty schoolboys :lol: . I wonder whether Tim will be a hero at the CS or fall flat on his face.

Thanks Tor, this is such fun!

Author:  JS [ Thu Oct 02, 2008 4:07 pm ]
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Flat on his face, I suspect. Thanks Tor.

Author:  Lesley [ Thu Oct 02, 2008 4:49 pm ]
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Loved Jem making them feel like naughty schoolboys!


Thanks Tor

Author:  Ela [ Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:05 pm ]
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Was Jem's reaction really appropriate? Still, enjoyable, and like Tim's insouciance reasserting itself at the end of the interview. Poor Jack... I do like the idea of Archibald, though (very different to Conradin's worship of Sredni Vashtar!).

Thanks, Tor - and for the frequent updates!

Author:  Tor [ Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:39 pm ]
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Was Jem's reaction really appropriate?


I am imagining the san as being a bit like the nursing colleges of the early 20th C, or maybe an army barracks, where your out-of-hours behaviour *is* under scrutiny and open to reprimand by the senior staff. Plus, if I was Jem I would be cross that I was a key member of staff down. I will redeem him (a little) in this bit.

However, poor Tim didn't deserve a dressing down. But Jem didn't want to know the details, and punished sinner/victim alike.. in true CS fashion
:twisted:

As the door closed behind Tim, Jem leant back in his chair and surveyed the deflated and defeated Jack. For all his surface confidence and talent, Jack was still close to his student days, and Jem’s good opinion was very important to him. To have disgraced himself in the eyes of his mentor cut deep, for he was sure that Jem had rightly concluded that it was he, and not Tim, who was at fault. So it was a very sorry figure, arm bandaged and in a sling, that sat before Jem, staring out of the window with unseeing eyes.

“Jack,” Jem said gently, breaking in on his reverie, “Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”

Jack met the concerned gaze of the older man, and for a second felt he might lose control of his emotions. He swallowed, and blinked, whilst Jem tactfully averted his eyes.

“No...” Jack stopped for deep breath, “No. I just want to apologize for the disruption my behaviour will cause for you and the other doctors. And I want to absolve Dr. Collins of any responsibility for what happened.”

Jem considered Jack for a few moments, debating whether to push for more information. But he sensed that Jack’s sense of pride would be deeply wounded if he forced him into making any revelations about his innermost feelings.

“I accept your apology,” he returned finally, “Jack, you are a brilliant doctor. But part of your training here must include learning to remain in control of your temper at all times, and bringing a cool head to all situations. That is why I can’t let things like this pass by.”

Jack looked up at Jem, his spirits lifting at the praise. The smile Jem gave in return let Jack know that all was forgiven, if not forgotten.

“Thanks. I do appreciate it all, awfully.”

“Not at all.” Jem picked up some papers on his desk. “Here are few publications to get you started on your research. I’ll think you’ll enjoy them.”

Jack took the papers awkwardly, in his left hand, and then looked rather helplessly at the door. Jem laughed, and got up to hold it open for him.

“Come over after Abendessen this evening,” he said as Jack passed out of his office. “Humphries has a bottle of good scotch that he’s promised to share.” Jack nodded his assent, still unsure of his ability to speak steadily.

“And Jack?” Jem added, gently, “Don’t worry about Collins.”

Jack felt a surge of gratefulness towards the older man, realising that Jem not only suspected, but supported, his feelings for Jo. He smiled crookedly, not quite able to let go of his internal turmoil, but as he turned and walked down the corridor, he felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.

Author:  JS [ Fri Oct 03, 2008 11:17 am ]
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Aw, good old Jem.

In case you're looking for any ideas about Archibald...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/south_of_scotland/7649224.stm

Author:  Lesley [ Fri Oct 03, 2008 4:37 pm ]
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Actually Jack doesn't deserve to feel better really, he was the one who assaulted Tim without notice.


Thanks Tor.

Author:  Abi [ Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:17 pm ]
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Honestly, men! :roll:

Thanks Tor!

Author:  Tara [ Sun Oct 05, 2008 11:58 pm ]
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Just caught up, and I LOVE this, Tor! Vastly amused at a ferret being a 'large stretchy rat' - and running up the vicar's trousers. You've caught the characters so well, Joey was great with Corney and Evvy, and Bill and Mlle are just right, as is Biddy. It does illustrate the sort of chaos having animals at the school could cause, though!

Loved the scene with Jem and the two young doctors, too, and am feeling sorry for Jack, despite his behaviour. I, too, hope Tim will end up happily, he's lovely.

Author:  Tor [ Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:07 pm ]
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Here's some more. Thanks for the encouragement.

“Well, no-one can say we don’t have our share of adventures,” remarked Hilda Annersely to her good friend Nell Wilson, as they sat companionably in the staff common room that evening.

“I could do without the latest,” replied Nell. Looking around the room she smiled to see that, consciously or otherwise, all the staff members seemed to have their feet safely tucked up under them or resting on foot stools. “Everyone seems petrified a ferret will suddenly leap on them from nowhere.”

Hilda raised her eyebrows in perplexed amusement. Before she could say anything, Mademoiselle Lachenais broke in,

“Tiens! But yes, I cannot relax at all,” she cried. “It is terrible, this fear of something small, fast and furry running over ones toes.”

Miss Norman, new that term, shuddered in sympathy, and tucked the bottom of her skirt tightly under her curled up legs, just as Nell gave an exasperated snort.

“Oh Jeanne! It’s just a ferret,” she said. “There are plenty of other mammals, large and small, living wild in these mountains. They’ve never bothered you.”

“But it is that it is in our home, and not outside,” replied Mddle Lachenais, a little disgruntled at her colleagues derisive tone. And the murmur of assent from the other staff indicated that she was not alone in these feelings.

Before anything else could be said on the subject, however, Miss Nalder gave a startled exclamation.

“I think there is someone outside!” All eyes turned to doors that opened onto a small veranda. The night was warm, and these were thrown open to let in what little breeze blew off the lake. Sure enough, a dark shape could be seen moving towards the chalet.

“Can it be a burgler?” whispered Mddle Lachenais, her thoughts diverted from the threat of ferret.

“Not likely,” Miss Annesley replied in low tones. “What could they possibly want with a girls school?”

“It’s too big to be one of our girls, though” said Miss Stewart grimly, getting to her feet. Miss Wilson stood up beside her, as did Matron, pushing her sleeves up, straightening her angel-wing cap and setting her hands firmly upon her hips. They readied themselves for confrontation, for the dark shape was looming ever closer, as if drawn by the warm light streaming from the windows. The rest of the staff waited in breathless anticipation.

“I say there, where the dash is the front door?” The clear, if somewhat confused, tones of a young man carried through the darkness. “A chap can’t see his own nose out here.”

Matron marched outside.

“Sir! Come here at once and state your business. And moderate your tone.”

In response the shadowy figure veritably scuttled over to the veranda. As he reached the doorway, and stood blinking in the bright light, the staff noted his tall, well-built figure and chiselled (if somewhat puffy) jaw-line. When a sheepish smile broke across his face, and crinkled the skin around his blue eyes, they breathed a collective sigh. Tim ran a hand through his tousled black hair.

“Devil to see without the moon, what?” he said, grinning “Can’t think why, it was bright as billy-o last night. Dr. Tim Collins, at your service.”

Matron, however, was not to be diverted from her original goal by mere good looks and affability, even in a doctor. She ushered him inside the Chalet grimly.

“Sit there, and explain yourself,” she gestured at a armchair. “Why are you trespassing on our grounds so late at night.”

Tim’s large frame looked rather incongruous, folded into the dainty chair. He also felt cowed for the second time that day, and wondered if he was intended to spend his entire time in the Tirol squirming in a variety of seats. He loosened his tie, and looked around nervously at the assembled mistresses. They looked far worse than the San nurses, he thought with a gulp.

“Oh, er, well.” Tim stammered, “Russell sent me. Ferret emergency and all that. Came over directly after settling in at the hotel.” He smiled again, and looked rather longingly at the pot of coffee on the side.

Jeanne sprang into action, and in seconds he had a cup in one hand, and a biscuit in the other. Matron narrowed her eyes, unsure how to treat this interloper, but felt the need to scold him for the good of his soul. She elaborated on his folly and idiocy for not calling ahead and for losing his way. Tim bore this with good will, and many apologies. Meanwhile, Hilda murmured something to Miss Nalder, that sent her running from the room. She then motioned to everyone to sit back down, and turned to Tim with a smile of her own.

“Dr. Collins, are you new to the Sanatorium?” she asked.

“Arrived about a month ago. But I’ve been holed up with Russell quite a bit, so I’ve not been about much yet. Topping place though!”

Hilda blinked a few times, but ignored the slang. Nell’s face suddenly broke into an enlightened grin.

“Ah, you must be the Veterinary Doctor that our girls have been mentioning! Well, you are most welcome under the current circumstances.”

Tim grinned back, and looked about for a place to put his empty cup. Jeanne sprang up once more to refill it.

“Yes, a rum thing this ferret-business! Can’t say I’ve ever been pressed into service for such a lark before today.”

At this point, Miss Nalder returned with Mademoiselle in tow. Tim clambered to his feet as the ladies entered, and gave an awkward, old-fashioned bow.

“Ah, Doctor Collins! What a pleasure to see you again. Please, come to my office and I will elaborate on our current difficulty.”

Mademoiselle ushered him from the staff room, once Tim had remarked on how frightfully nice the coffee was, and how jolly they all were, and that he hoped to see them all in the morning.

Author:  Elle [ Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:15 pm ]
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Brilliant, thanks for the update.

Author:  JS [ Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:27 pm ]
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Wondering if he'll fall for the charms of any of the staff. He already likes Jeanne's coffee...

Thanks Tor - beautifully timed to be read with my lunch.

Author:  leahbelle [ Mon Oct 06, 2008 2:38 pm ]
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Thanks, Tor. Am really enjoying this.

Author:  Lesley [ Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:33 pm ]
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Poor old Tim, bawled out by Matey!!!


Thanks Tor

Author:  JS [ Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:15 pm ]
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Poor old Tim, bawled out by Matey!!!



Still think he might have enjoyed it.............

Author:  Fiona Mc [ Tue Oct 07, 2008 6:10 am ]
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Thanks. Loved all the updates. Am wondering if Jeanne is falling for his charms too :lol:

Author:  Alison H [ Tue Oct 07, 2008 7:47 am ]
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Well, he certainly seems to be a big hit in the staff room!

Author:  JS [ Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:43 am ]
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Animal magnetism?

Author:  Vick [ Tue Oct 07, 2008 10:11 pm ]
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Great updates, thanks Tor :D

Looking forward to more...

Author:  Tara [ Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:40 pm ]
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I loved the staff keeping their legs well away from the floor, and Miss Stewart, Miss Wilson and Matey squaring up to the 'burglar'! As for Tim - insouciant isn't the word! Surprised Miss Annersely didn't burst a gasket at the language, I'm sure it's not been heard at the CS before! And isn't Matey great:
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I enjoyed Tim squirming in the midst of all these terrifying women:
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He also felt cowed for the second time that day, and wondered if he was intended to spend his entire time in the Tirol squirming in a variety of seats.

Immensely enjoyable, Tor (and how wonderful to be doing your thesis on elephants - am deeply envious).

Author:  Miss Di [ Wed Oct 08, 2008 3:08 am ]
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Tor this is just BRILLIANT.

Author:  Tor [ Wed Oct 08, 2008 2:39 pm ]
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(and how wonderful to be doing your thesis on elephants - am deeply envious).


Hah! Right now, it does not feel that wonderful!!!!

Just a quick post to say thanks so much for all the lovely comments, and a warning of a hiatus whilst I nail my current thesis chapter. Must ban myself from all non-PhD related activity till it is finished. Gah!

Author:  Tara [ Wed Oct 08, 2008 11:43 pm ]
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Very best of luck with the chapter - you show it who's boss :wink: .
We'll wait (fairly) patiently until normal service can be resumed.

Author:  Ela [ Fri Oct 10, 2008 4:21 pm ]
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That last update was fatastic, Tor! I love Tim's behaviour - he's rather like Bertie Wooster without the gormlessness (can see a younger Hugh Laurie playing him). Looking forward to more when you have your thesis chapter written.

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