Day Five - I Love Pros Slash because...
Tuesday, 7 September 2010 10:06 pm...I am convinced that our lads are survivors - they're competent and lucky both, and that means that I can imagine them as older lads together, and there's something so comforting about that...
With Age Comes a TOG Sticker by Lizzie shows it perfectly:
Back in the kitchen, he inspected the mail. Bank statements telling him how much money he didn't have, and by the way, he could have a 5,000 loan if he wanted it. Mmmmmm, could buy a guitar. Or one of these beds here, for poor sods with bad backs. Like him. He grinned, trying to imagine Ray's face as Bodie whizzed up and down on a bloody orthopaedic bed. Might be worth it...
His breakfast must be ready by now. He piled it, unceremoniously, onto the plate and sat down to eat. The God slot kept him company. Be nice to people. He was. Drove Doyle mad the way he helped old dears with their shopping. "Stop calling them sweetheart," Ray told him, "they don't like it these days!" So why did they smile beautifically at him, when he did it? All of them. Think these eggs are a bit old. Delia would chuck 'em out. Must try that spud recipe she cooked last night. No meat, so Ray would be able to eat it.
He finished - no sign of Ray - good, got away with it again - and put his dishes away in the dishwasher.
Another cuppa tea would go down well.
"No you can't have a TOG car sticker, you're not old enough!"
and the accompanying When I'm 54:
He looked over to the other side of the bed, empty, except for a pair of pyjamas strewn over the pillow. Never folded them up! Knew Doyle would do it, that's why! And of course he always did. Fool. He smiled. Mind you, folding someone's nightwear was a small price to pay for last night's fun. His smile widened into a grin. Life in the old dog yet. Both of them! His gaze returned to the abandoned pyjamas. These days, cool cotton was replaced by a warmer material, felt the cold now, did Bodie. Getting on. Both of them.
He snuggled down a bit further. No hurry. Give Bodie a chance to eat his plate of cholesterol and get rid of the evidence. It looked like it might be a nice day out. Perhaps he might be able to persuade Bodie to come for a walk with him. But not to the supermarket! Bodie held celebrity status in the place, practically, and it was a good way to waste several hours if you weren't careful.
Reluctantly, he realised it was time to make a move. Throwing off the duvet he hauled himself to the edge of the bed and stretched. He got to his feet and winced as all but a very few of his joints objected strenuously. More cracks than the Antiques Road Show, he thought ruefully; ready for the knacker's yard...
Padding to the bathroom, he turned on the shower.
*sighs happily and hugs older lads*
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With Age Comes a TOG Sticker by Lizzie shows it perfectly:
Back in the kitchen, he inspected the mail. Bank statements telling him how much money he didn't have, and by the way, he could have a 5,000 loan if he wanted it. Mmmmmm, could buy a guitar. Or one of these beds here, for poor sods with bad backs. Like him. He grinned, trying to imagine Ray's face as Bodie whizzed up and down on a bloody orthopaedic bed. Might be worth it...
His breakfast must be ready by now. He piled it, unceremoniously, onto the plate and sat down to eat. The God slot kept him company. Be nice to people. He was. Drove Doyle mad the way he helped old dears with their shopping. "Stop calling them sweetheart," Ray told him, "they don't like it these days!" So why did they smile beautifically at him, when he did it? All of them. Think these eggs are a bit old. Delia would chuck 'em out. Must try that spud recipe she cooked last night. No meat, so Ray would be able to eat it.
He finished - no sign of Ray - good, got away with it again - and put his dishes away in the dishwasher.
Another cuppa tea would go down well.
"No you can't have a TOG car sticker, you're not old enough!"
and the accompanying When I'm 54:
He looked over to the other side of the bed, empty, except for a pair of pyjamas strewn over the pillow. Never folded them up! Knew Doyle would do it, that's why! And of course he always did. Fool. He smiled. Mind you, folding someone's nightwear was a small price to pay for last night's fun. His smile widened into a grin. Life in the old dog yet. Both of them! His gaze returned to the abandoned pyjamas. These days, cool cotton was replaced by a warmer material, felt the cold now, did Bodie. Getting on. Both of them.
He snuggled down a bit further. No hurry. Give Bodie a chance to eat his plate of cholesterol and get rid of the evidence. It looked like it might be a nice day out. Perhaps he might be able to persuade Bodie to come for a walk with him. But not to the supermarket! Bodie held celebrity status in the place, practically, and it was a good way to waste several hours if you weren't careful.
Reluctantly, he realised it was time to make a move. Throwing off the duvet he hauled himself to the edge of the bed and stretched. He got to his feet and winced as all but a very few of his joints objected strenuously. More cracks than the Antiques Road Show, he thought ruefully; ready for the knacker's yard...
Padding to the bathroom, he turned on the shower.
*sighs happily and hugs older lads*
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