I'm not up to writing today, the pain monster is attacking me.
so here's another Lec, Boris and Gregorgi story.
and Barron Trump, you must be feeling confused and vulnerable, but know
this your family loves you and holds you close, and you can make a safe area
inside yourself for now and always.
now here's a story
Worth
more than Vodka ©
By
Michael
Casey
Now some
things are worth more than Gold, like friendship, or a gun if you are a hunter,
but to be worth more than Gold? For Lech, Boris and Gregorgi for anything to be
worth more than Vodka? They were visiting me the other day, they said it was
just to see if I was looking after Totoro the cat properly. They had a new
still in Warley Woods, so to kill to birds with one stone they popped by. Their
friend at NASA who knew Esther’s son the satellite guy, he’d started to send
them texts with news from the stills. Some billion dollar technology, being
used to make sure the Vodka was just right. Don’t ask me how, ask that nice
lady Dr who created the Smiley image of
a Black Hole. Only somebody as bright as her could explain, I cannot, the only
black hole I know I’m sitting on.
So the
boys stocked up my cupboards with enough soup and beans to last a siege, then
whistling Tchaikovsky they
were gone. They were gone until darkness fell, they were panting, and Lech had
something under his sheepskin. It was a baby with the umbilical still attached.
Quick ring a doctor, he almost looked scared. I reached for the phone, but at
that very moment Nurse Vicky came in for a cup of tea. Vicky was a retired
midwife, sometimes God sends you things. Put him back under your coat she
ordered. Then she grabbed tin foil from the kitchen and a pair of my old winter
long johns. Then she wrapped the baby and ordered Lech to resume his warming.
I’ll
call the ambulance now, the child looks ok, but what about the mother, she
could be bleeding to death somewhere. Where did you find the baby? In the
woods. So the mother could be in danger? Asked Lech, Boris and Gregorgi their
Slav sense of family coming to the fore. We have to go, to look for the mother.
They headed for the door, Vicky interrupted, the mother could be anywhere, but
you forgot one thing. Give me the baby now. So Lech carefully passed the baby
to Vicky who then it against her own enormous bosoms, and smothered the newborn
in love and warmth.
The
blue flashing light of the ambulance flashed outside, the boys disappeared over
my back garden fence. This is more important than any vodka, we must find the
mother. The warmth from the still had saved the baby, but now the mother must be
found, the mother must be found. Their NASA friend sent texts but they had
never replied, that was the deal. But now in their Black Hole of worry for the
mother, they just had to. But what message should they send, could they send?
Three
Kings looking for Mary. He’d understand he was clever. So they texted it. Three
Kings looking for Mary. The baby was safe and warm at City Hospital, what Vicky
had forgotten was more than most knew. The baby was called Michael, she didn’t
tell me, but as it was a boy and it was my house, so it was small Michael. The
Police said the mother could be lost in the woods, but was probably long gone,
so no search till daylight, just in case.
For the
boys, NOW means NOW, they were all fathers, what if it were one of their daughters?
They had to look, they had to look. They were Slavs, a daughter in trouble had
to be loved, had to be loved. At Nasa a message to a restricted number flags up
big time. All the Spy agencies were on the case. And what did Three Kings
looking for Mary mean?
Their
friend knew immediately, it’s my 3 friends from school back in the Homeland
where Russia/Poland and Ukraine make love on the map. They are looking for a
mother obviously. Who is Mary then? Mary was a new mother, so they are looking
for a new mother. But why look for a new mother? Probably because because they
found her baby. It’s an abandoned baby. It must be that. Lech, Boris and
Gregorgi knew he was clever, he did work for Nasa after all.
Lech’s
phone rang, it was Nasa. Could their friend help find the mother. Their friend
looked at array of top Nasa and spy agency people looking at him. Well I left
the East to work here, prove to me you have a heart. The man in the suit took
out his phone and showed a picture of a new born. This is my first granddaughter
she was born yesterday in England. The man in the suit said two words. DO IT!
And that
is how billion dollar satellites were used to find Mary and help the Three
Kings bring her offerings. As the woods were dark and only heat would show up in
space the new super dupper satellite was tested. It spotted the bulk of the
boys easily. A search area and grid pattern was assigned and the satellites put
to work. The girl from the Black Hole discovery teams poked her head around the
corner, what’s going on. They told her, so she found a space and opened her
laptop and did some space magic.
A few
foxes in woods were spotted and a few stray birds flying past. But what if
“Mary” the mother had fallen, her signature wood be smaller. The lady Dr worked
away at her laptop. Lech Boris and Gregorgi were hunting frantically but not
very successfully. They found a bloody bag and waved to space then phoned in
the news. This was added to the plot. This went on for two hours the woods were
so big after all. Saint Jude help us screamed Lech and Boris with Gregorgi
echoing their prayers.
In the
Space Station the Russian crew told the rest what was going on, they all said
Saint Jude’s prayer. Friends in higher places were needed. Then not one, two,
three or four, but five sparks of life and light came up from Space, including
the Space Station. Saint Jude does not mess about.
The Black
Hole Dr Lady jumped up, there she pointed at the wall size screen. In
Polish/Russian and Ukrainian the Nasa people and Spooks screamed instructions
to Lech, Boris and Gregorgi. The Three Kings have found Mary flashed all over
the world’s satellites. The old joke used to be why did the Americans get to the Moon first, they had more German
scientists than the Russians. But now, but now the Three Kings from the East
had found Mary lost in the woods.
The girl
really did need medical attention, and her name really was Mary. The Spy people
had a helicopter on standby and Lech, Boris and Gregorgi waved and it descended into the black hole and
took her back to the light. But what about their still, it would be lost, and
the Police would be nosey etc. GCHQ in England knew what was going on, that’s
their job, Prince William will tell you that if ever you meet him by the coffee
machine. As luck would have it the new head of GCHQ was call Havis McTavish
from a very long line of Scottish Whisky makers. Do you think he’d let anybody
know what had happened the night before. I should cocoa, I repeat I should
cocoa. GCHQ slapped a D notice with a 30 year rule on everything.
Nobody or
nothing would ever know what happened. A man had found a baby and given it to
Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham,the one in
England. His dear friend Vicky a midwife had taken it to hospital. Then another
man out walking his dog had found the mother. Full Stop, Period as the
Americans say. Or as Intelligence
sources say. MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS.
There is
a p.s. to this story. The man in the suit came to England to see his new grandchild
and obviously he’s so high up he gets Police escort. The Police handed him, a
brown paper bag with a 2 litre bottle of fresh Vodka in it. Tied to the bottle
on a luggage label was written in Polish/Ukrainian and Russian, with love from
The Three Kings and baby Michael. I heard that Havis McTavis from GCHQ also got
one, Prince William told me at the coffee machine, he delivered it personally.
my girls 10 years ago
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