Tears for a Butcher

Yes this was 19years ago. If I did get a speed typist I would dictate the rest of Tears for a Butcher, which is the follow on to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
as you can see below I was going to call it A Nation of Shopkeepers, that's how Napoleon belittled England, and look what happened to him. I had a stab attack of pain tonight, where it feels like I'm being stabbed and i SCREAM, that's why no new story today, it was too hot too.
It does remind you of your own mortality, I was so exhausted I had to nap for 2 hours. It also reminds you not to waste time on rubbish. So is all the writing rubbish?  Answers on a Postcard to Donald Trump or Vlad Putin, they are my biggest fans. By the way if you go to my wordpress site this post has full translations attached of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker.
 RT does  not want me to do the Storytelling Slot on their stations, I did offer. I'd "corrupt" their viewers. Too surreal no doubt. Maybe I'll offer my 2000 short stories as Radio Fillers to the BBC instead or Voice of America, if it still exists.

Its hard to break into the Media, perhaps only North Korea would give me a chance, do you think they read Talking to Doris yesterday?

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC

 feel free to buy all 16 books, though I know you won't because internet is free, you have no shame,

I'll go and cry now.

          jul99

                A Nation Of Shopkeepers Book Two

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                      Tears For a Butcher  ©

                            by

                      Michael   Casey

            Chapter One ...Mrs Murphy to the Rescue

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         The next day found the street nursing a collective hangover , Mrs

Murphy  being  the sole sober person .  It was her soul and  that  of  her

  

infant  grandchild which concerned her ,  so as usual she had got  up  and

  

said  her  three rosaries before going to early Mass .  In  the  afternoon

  

little  Shiela was to be Christened so Mrs Murphy at least was getting  in

  

the right frame of mind .  Mrs Murphy did stop to light a candle in  front

  

of Saint Anthony as thanks for help in finding Jaswinda , after all wasn't

  

he  the  saint  in charge of lost things and  you  might  call  Jaswinda's

  

kidnapping a form of being lost ,  lost from her parents and friends  that

  

is  .  Fr Shaw had privately offered the Mass up in thanks for  Jaswinda's

   

safe return ,  even he had felt humbled by Mrs Murphy's faith in God .  He

  

had noticed the lit candle by Saint Anthony's statue and the nod and smile

  

Mrs Murphy had given to a poster of Mother Theresa of Calcutta . So united

  

in prayer the Mass was celebrated .

  

         When the Mass  was over and Fr.  Shaw had taken the vestments off

  

he walked down the side isle and sat on the bench in front of Mrs Murphy ,

  

leaning back he spoke to her .

 "Well that was quite a night .  I didn't have as much fun since the  last

  

ordination I was at " , he said with a smile .

 "It was grand , I'll agree with you there , BUT you do know that the food

  

we were "ateing" was for Shiela's Christening do " , replied Mrs Murphy as

  

she heaved her bussom indignantly .

 "You don't begrudge Jaswinda and her family that do you ?" asked Fr. Shaw

trying not to smile .

"I do not  , I enjoyed myself too ! It's just that Patrick doesn't seem to

  

do anything in the right order .  I mean he fathered a child before he got

  

married  ,  now  he eats the food before the Christening "  ,  sighed  Mrs

  

Murphy .

"You don't mind being a grannie ,  I mean some women feel that they've got

  

one foot in the grave now that they are  grandmothers " ,  said  Fr.  Shaw

  

teasingly .

"I do NOT , now that's the best thing Patrick  ever did , and June is such

  

a nice girl . It was almost the will of God them meeting  , fancy it being

  

her  father  who lent us that money all them years ago .  Now we  are  one

  

happy  family ,  APART from that mother of hers .  I just hope I'm  spared

  

long   enough to see all my grandchildren grow up ,  I wouldn't  want  the

  

"English Grandmother" to influence them too much  " ,  she rolled her eyes

  

at the thought .

          Fr Shaw smiled broadly and tossed his head back ,  stiffling his

  

laughter out of respect .  Mrs Murphy smiled too , noticing for the  first

  

time the small piece of paper stuck to Fr. Shaw's neck, she'd have a laugh

  

at him too as well as herself .

"Is  the work getting too much for you Father  ,  not trying to  cut  your

  

throat are you " pulling the piece of paper from his throat and holding it

  

in front of him .

"Get  away out of that ,  besides the Samaritans are ex  directory  around

  

here" he replied .

"Well I'd better go home for some breakfast ,  I'll see you this afternoon

  

with the "Pagan Grandparents" for the Christening " said Mrs Murphy as she

  

gathered herself and her handbag up .

"You  could always try converting them ,I mean their daughter is  Catholic

  

now " , said a deadpan Fr.Shaw .

"And how do I go about that " said Mrs Murphy as she put her gloves on .

"Well  we don't have a statue like we have one of St.Anthony nor a poster

  

like the one of Mother Theresa " , Fr.Shaw paused, he could see Mrs Murphy

  

blush , she was embarrassed by her shows of faith .

"Don't  you dare tell anybody " whispered Mrs Murphy as she fidgeted  with

  

her bag .

"Anyway " said  Fr.Shaw diplomatically " haven't you heard of St.  Jude  ,

  

she likes a challenge , perhaps the "Pagan Grandparents" would be right up

  

her street " a smile on his lips .

"St.Jude would be ringing the Samaritans then " was Mrs Murphy's reply as

  

she  nodded  towards  the altar and headed down the isle and  out  of  the

  

church .

"Lord grant me faith " , said Fr.Shaw . Then he smiled, he knew the saints

  

would soon be bombarded with conversion prayers .

         In the afternoon Mrs Murphy ,  Patrick and June and  baby  Shiela

  

arrived  for  the  christening .  The "English  Grandparents"  were  there

  

too ,  that's to say June's parents Mr and Mrs Kemp . Mrs Kemp was dressed

  

to  the nines ,  with a big hat on her head and matching long gloves  .Big

  

Sid  ,  Mark and Gillian ,  Percy and Sgt Mulholland and Mathew were  also

  

there , along with Amjit , Balbinda and Jaswinder of course .

  

  "The Lord Save Us ,  if it isn't The Duchess of York Herself"  whispered

  

Mrs Murphy as she walked up the side isle to the baptismal font . June had

  

to  look down at the baby and pretend to wipe its nose to save  collapsing

  

into  giggles  .  Patrick  just bit his lip ,  the  pain  would  stop  him

  

laughing.

  "I'll  just go and say hello to "Annette" " ,  said  Mrs  Murphy  before

  

striding over towards Mrs Kemp .

 "She's up to something " , whispered Patrick .

 "I know , but what ? " answered June from behind her hand .

  After a few moments they found out what .  For Mrs Murphy  returned  all

  

smiles ,  giving a knowing wink to Patrick and June ,  well that's how  it

  

seemed  but in fact the wink was for the baby Jesus in the  Virgin  Mary's

  

arms .

 "You know you were going to call the baby Shiela ,  then have Annette  as

  

the middle name ,  after your mother over there " said a surprizingly  coy

  

Mrs Murphy .

 "Yes , we decided that months ago ," answered a suspicious June .

"Well  "Annette" agrees with me it would be better if the middle  name  be

  

different ,  I mean  Shiela Annette Murphy is a grand name , but the child

  

might  think one grandmother is better than another ,  what with her  name

  

coming  second  and  that .  Now we don't want  favouritism  do  we  .  So

  

"Annette" thought that you could save her name for the next  granddaughter

  

,  which won't be long in coming ,  as you are such a loving couple  after

  

all " continued Mrs Murphy .

  Patrick blushed at this point ,  June just twinkled ,  Mrs Murphy was  a

  

terror  to  be  sure ,  but it felt alright ,  well as  far  as  June  was

  

concerned . Mrs Kemp saw Patrick blush and whispered to her husband .

"I bet she's talking about the next doxen grandchildren ,  and in a church

  

too  .  Well  at  least one will be called "Annette"  ,  and  NOT  "Shiela

  

Annette" , she consoled herself with that thought .

 "So what will the middle name be then ?" enquired a still red Patrick .

 "Jude , of course , " replied Mrs Murphy .

 "Jude , of course , " echoed June while pulling a face at Patrick .

 "But she's the patron saint of " started Patrick .

 "Hopeless causes ,  " finished June , who had recently finished a book on

  

the lives of the saints .

  "Well  it nice to see you're becoming a good Catholic  ,  "  smiled  Mrs

  

Murphy beaming with pride .

 "Us  converts can teach you old ones a thing or two , " smiled June .

"But why  Jude , mom ?" asked a puzzled Patrick .

"Well  its  a nice name ,  isn't it ?  " she  replied  defensively  before

  

walking towards Fr. Shaw who had emerged from the presbytery .

"What's she up to ? " said Patrick thinking aloud .

"Well  you are a bit of a hopeless cause ,  or so my mother says "  jested

  

June .

Fr.  Shaw smiled when he heard what Mrs Murphy had to say ,  looking  over

  

towards Mr and Mrs Kemp .

"Did  you  see  that ?  Fr.Shaw looked at mom and smiled  ,  and  he  said

  

something too . It looked like" started already" . "

"I didn't know you were a lip reader . I'll have to watch out when I swear

  

at you in future " replied Patrick .

"Well  only  a bit ,  but what has she" started already"  ?  "  continued  a

  

an intrigued June .

  

"We  can  ask her afterwards ,  " was Patrick's reply ,  as he  could  see

  

Fr.Shaw was coughing and opening his prayer book , a sure sign that Shiela

  

was about to be baptised .

          So with family and friends looking on ,  Shiela Jude Murphy  was

  

baptised ,  Sgt.  Mulholland and Mathew being her Godparents .  Mrs  Kemp

  

rolled  her  eyes at the sight ,  to her it seemed like two  "King  Kongs"

  

standing over a small bundle ,  which was baby Shiela .  Mrs Murphy  would

  

later explain how only Catholics could be Godparents for Catholic babies .

Baby Shiela stayed asleep during the service ,  even when drenched  ,  for

  

Fr.  Shaw a baptism meant water and lots of it ,  no dabbing for him . Yet

  

the baby slept through it ,  June had taken a tip from Mrs Murphy , namely

  

a  thimblefull of Irish Whisky in the baby's milk half an hour before  the

  

baptism .   

  

           Back at Mark's cafe  the baby's health was toasted ,  Mark  and

  

Gillian  having stayed up late to remake the eaten buffet .  Jaswinda  was

  

looking at her future playmate , and trying to work out when little Shiela

  

would be bigger Shiela , or big enough to play at any rate . Outside Amjit

  

was pacing up and down the pavement in front of the cafe and barking ,  he

  

wanted to be let inside the cafe .

"What  on  earth's that savage dog trying to do ?  " said an  alarmed  Mrs

  

Kemp.

"He's  only  saying  congradulations ,  that's all  ,  "  said  a  totally

  

unperturbed Mrs Murphy .  Who then went to the counter to return with  the

  

scraps .

"Jaswinder  ,  do  you want to feed little Amjit ?  " asked Mrs  Murphy  ,

  

holding the plate out so Jaswinder could reach .

"Yes , please , " Jaswinder replied then with a hop and a skip , her one

 pigtail bobbing she dashed out to feed Amjit .

"Is it safe , he might harm her ! " said an alarmed Mrs Kemp .

"I don't think so ," said a smiling Mrs Murphy .

  

          After  an hour of festivities ,  the people  began to disperse ,

  

Mrs Kemp was about to leave herself ,  when she leaned over conspiratorily

  

and with a glance at Patrick whispered to Mrs Murphy .

"Shiela , it's Patrick's birthday next month and I was thinking of getting

  

him a nice watch , as I noticed his old one is a bit worn out . "

"More like ,  knackered , I'm forever telling him to take it off when he's

  

humping  big loads of flour and the like ,  but will he listen to me  ?  "

  

,replied Mrs Murphy shaking her head .

 "Quite ,  but he's changed since  he's married  MY June ,  so if I was to

  

buy him a nice watch then perhaps he'll take care of it ?  " said Mrs Kemp

  

trying not to sound condescending , but failing as usual .

"Oh ,  to be sure , he's a real man , now that he's married to YOUR June ,

  

but  then  isn't he the image of his father ,  MY dead husband  in  heaven

  

who's  no  doubt having a drink with the angels to  celebrate  his  first

  

grandchild's baptism into THE CHURCH .  " ,  smiled back Mrs Murphy as  if

  

butter would not melt in her mouth , while glancing over with pride at her

  

own earthly holy family , namely her Patrick and June and baby Shiela .    

  

"Well ,  you do agree with me he needs a new watch ,  I mean we don't want

  

to end up buying him the same thing do we ?" ,  said Mrs Kemo  ,  flashing

  

her best smile .

"Yes ,  you are quite right "Annette" ,  and can you tell me where you got

  

those luvly false teeth from ? They are grand altogether , or did you just

  

soak them for a week in Domestos ? " , replied Mrs Murphy the butter still

  

not melting in her mouth .

Mr Kemp came to the rescue , and ushered his wife out of the cafe , giving

  

a wink to Mrs Murphy ,  behind his wife's back of course ,  he had a sense

  

of humour after all , but he was not totally stupid  though .

  

"I just hope  she gets him a stretch strap ,  otherwise he won't wear  the

  

thing .  Mind you the watch he's got now isn't too bad ,  he's  superglued

  

the glass back in , it could last a while longer . " mumbled Mrs Murphy as

  

she watched the Pagan Grandparents go .

"What's  this  about a stretch strap ?  " asked June as  she  placed  baby

  

Shiela in grandma Shiela's arms .

"Annette ,wants to buy your husband a watch for his birthday next month ."

"He  could do with one ,  he told me those Russian one's seem to last  him

  

the  longest ,  the sweat gets in the others he's tried over the  years  .

  

Besides the one he's got now has a horrid picure in green of a man playing

  

a lute , the man looks as if he's just came out of a concentration camp !"

"I've  seen  that ,  it could frighten little Shiela here  when  she  gets

  

older" , said Mrs Murphy as she stroked the baby's nose .

"I just hope mom  gets a stretch strap , he hates the others they dig into

  

your  skin when you work ,  he likes wind up ones too ,  he said he'd  not

  

have got his present one if he'd realised it was a battery one . "

"I'm  sure she'll get a nice one ,  I mean now there's a real man in  your

  

family , besides she probably fancies him on the quite . " said Mrs Murphy

  

as she played with the baby in her arms .

"You're an absolute terror , you are ! " laughed June .

"It might be true ,  I was reading it in the Readers Digest at the surgery

  

when I was at Dr.  Quaringa's for my blood pressure tablets . It said that

  

some mothers - in - laws have a fixation for there son in laws . "

"Well I'll have to get my figure back quick , and then start to seduce him

  

again !" laughed June .

"You'll soon have a brother for Shiela if you do that ,  but at least with

  

two children to look after , then Patrick would be too busy to notice your

  

mother's overtures .  " retorted a deadpan Mrs Murphy before looking up at

  

June and throwing back her head to cackle like a hen .

Patrick  came  over to see what was up .  The two women in his  life  just

  

looked  at  him and resumed their laughter with fresh vigour  .  Then  his

  

daughter joined in to .

"The  sooner  I  have a son ,  the better ,  then at  least  I'll  not  be

  

surrounded by mad women " , said a slightly indignant Patrick .

June and Mrs Murphy just looked at each other again and laughed till  they

  

cried . Patrick was bemused , so he repeated his statement . "The sooner I

  

have a son the better !  "  June wiped the tears from her eyes  ,  before

  

kissing him .  "I'll only be too happy to oblige ,  if you can wait a  few

  

weeks " ,  she replied as she patted her still swollen stomach  .  Patrick

  

blushed as red as the bottles of ketchup on the tables ,  Mrs Murphy  just

  

swelled  with  pride  and whispered to the bundle in  her  arms  "  Little

  

Timothy won't be long in coming , a year at the most . "

Patrick was still blushing as June kissed him again .  Mrs Murphy then got

  

up  and handed the treasure back to June ,  before snatching a  kiss  from

  

Patrick and leaving the cafe , she had other matters to attend to .....

          Mrs Murphy had walked to the end of the street when , she had to

  

stop and shake a pebble from her shoes , leaning on a wall as she did so .

When something cold and wet shoved itself into the back of her leg she was

  

naturally frighten for a second . Spinning around she saw what it was .

"God  blast you ,  the Devil carry you ,  Amjit you hairy thing  will  you

  

leave me alone . " She screatched at the innocent dog .

Amjit lowered his head ,  and offered his paw ,  so they could shake hands

  

and be friends again .  It was then than Mrs Murphy noticed her umbrella ,

  

hadn't she left it in the cafe and Amjit had brought it after her .

"Sorry , Amjit , but you did frighten me . Here shake hands . "

They shook hands ,  then with a woof ,  and what could easily by  mistaken

  

for  a  smile Amjit was off his tail high and proud .  He  too  had  other

  

business to attend to , if only he could remember where he had buried that

  

pig's head that Big Sid had given him ,  Amjit knew there was another meal

  

or two left in it , if only he could remember where he'd left it .

"Thank's again ,  Amjit " shouted Mrs Murphy after the hairy hound . Amjit

  

stopped to bark again ,  then with a burst of astonishing speed he was off

  

,  he'd probably seen the Post Office cat and Amjit wanted to talk to that

  

moggie .  It started to rain ,  and thanking Amjit with a "Bless Him"  Mrs

  

Murphy  opened her umbrella .  She had hardly opened it when  old  Michael

  

pulled up in his taxi .

"Do you want a lift , I've earnt my diesel for the day . "

"Well could you take me to Weatherfield Rd ,the one by the Rover's  Return

  

past the old clothing factory ? "

"Hop in , but why are you going over that way ? "

"Me  and Mrs Lynch are looking after Mrs Powulska , she's still weak after

  

her operation ,  so we take it in turns to keep an eye on her . Her sister

  

is coming ower from Poland for a month  ,  she will be here in a few  days

  

so I've got to tidy the place up a bit . "

"I like the Poles they are a great lot ,  I was with a lot of them  fellas

  

in the war ,  they are sometimes called the Irish of Central Europe , they

  

have  suffered let me tell you .  " said Michael as he moved up the  gears

  

and sped off .

 "Yes they did suffer ,  first the Nazis ,  then the Communists , but they

  

led the way for Europe to be free , and after all isn't the Pope himself a

  

Pole ,  so you cann't beat that .  " said Mrs Murphy her voice showing her

  

passion .

             As  Mrs  Murphy left the taxi ,  Michael who'd  just  had  10

  

minutes on the persecution of the Catholic church in Poland was numbed  by

  

the outpouring .  "Is it really true , they built a church themselves cos

  

the government built the town without one .  And that in Albania they shot

  

a priest dead for babtising a baby ? "        

  

  "Yes " was Mrs Murphy's simple reply though her eyes betrayed her  anger

  

and passion .

 "The Bastards , I fought a war for them , what are they afraid of ! "

"The Baby Jesus " mumbled Mrs Murphy as she walked away .

  "Let  me know when your Polish friend arrives ,  I'll drive you  to  the

  

airport  "  shouted  Michael  after  Mrs  Murphy  .   She  just  waved  in

  

acknowledgement , her mind was elsewhere .

            Mrs Murphy did the vacuuming ,  and dusting for 2 hours before

  

stopping  to make cup of tea for herself and a hot meal for Mrs Powulska  .

  

She proped Mrs Powulska up in bed , before putting a tray down in front of

  

her , she watched as a still weak Mrs Powulska ate .

"So which part of Poland , does your sister come from ? " asked Mrs Murphy

  

as she sipped her tea .

"Oh the south , a little place , a university place , its called Cracou "

Mrs Murphy's cup clattered against the saucer ,  she put her tea down  for

  

fear of dropping it .  To her it was as if a trumpet had sounded to herald

  

the entrance of an angel .

"That's where the Pope comes from !" she jabbered .

 "Oh ,  of course , he babtised my sister's children . This food really is

  

good , you could almost be a Pole , Mrs Murphy . " replied Mrs POwulska as

  

she ate heartily . Mrs Murphy finished her tea fast , she'd have to give a

  

final sheen to things before she went .  After all wasn't a friend of  the

  

Pope's coming .  She had seen the Pope in Coventry ,  sneaked in with  the

  

handicaped thanks to Fr.  Shaw , but now to meet with a friend of the Pope

  

, Mrs Murphy hadn't been this excited since her confirmation .

         Mrs Murphy took it upon herself to meet Mrs Powulska's sister  at

  

the airport . On the drive in Nanska  the sister  , told an awe struck Mrs

  

Murphy all about "Carol" , which was what the Pope insisted his old school

  

chums call him ,  his reasoning being that's what his mum called him ,  so

  

they  must  call  him  that  too .  Michael cocked  half  an  ear  to  the

  

conversation , after all it wasn't often that he had a V.I.P. in the back

  

of his taxi .  Mind you he had had the odd Lord Mayor or two who did think

  

that they were important ,  Michael knew from his own experience that  the

  

really important people tended to be the quiet ones  , they knew that they

  

were the guardians of gifts ,  however bizarre or seemingly useless ,  yes

  

the truly important people were the quite ones that was for sure , ask any

  

old taxi driver mused Michael as he pulled up outside Mrs Powulska's .

  "Thank's Michael ,  come inside for a cuppa ,  I'm sure Nanska will  not

  

mind . " chirped Mrs Murphy .

 "Yes ,  Shiela is taking the words from me .  " continued Nanska who  was

  

now as a sister to Mrs Murphy . The sisterhood of the faith , was a bit of

  

a  beneign  conspiracy  .   A  pair  of  rosary  beeds  and  pictures   of

  

grandchildren in a bag and there you had it , instant sisterhood no matter

  

what nationality ,  it was the mothers that gave birth to faith ,  and  it

  

was meer men that said the Masses .  The Pope himself knew that  ,  that's

  

why  he  insisted on being called Carol by Nanska and all his  old  school

  

friends .

  

          Inside the tears flowed into the tea ,  Polish words  and  songs

  

rang  out from the heart to the heart ,  there in central  England  ,  Mrs

  

Murphy  looked on ,  she knew that but for the miracle of Poland  breaking

  

the chains of Communism ,  this happy scene would never have happened . It

  

was  at  times  like these that a good Irish drink was  called  for  .  So

  

reaching into the bottom of her black bag , she produced Poteen .

"Will you take some in your "Tay" ?  " ,  she said but without awaiting an

  

answer she was pouring it .

"What is this Poteen ?  " asked a curious Nanska , sitting up straight and

  

straightening her hugh , black clad bussom .

 "Vodka " was Michael's reply ,  repeating the word in Polish , it was one

  

of  the  few words of Polish that he could remember from  the  war  ,  the

  

others words  he knew were certainly not fit for ladies such as these .

 So tentatively sipping at the cup ,  Nanska tried her fortified tea  .Her

  

face changed colour then slowly changed back again ,  rather like  traffic

  

lights changing ,  only traffic lights don't breathe heavily and fan their

  

mouths with their hands .

 "It's good " said Nanska with a tear coming down her eye .

  "It's  fresh  if I'm not mistaken " added Michael who was a  bit  of  an

  

authority on these things .

  "It  was made three weeks ago ,  Sgt Mulhollands family send it  over  "

  

mumbled Mrs Murphy a tear now coming down her own eye .

  So the three ladies and an old taxi driver got quietly and quickly drunk

  

,  on tea strengthened with Poteen .  Michael even remembered a whole song

  

in Polish that he'd learnt . It's wonderful the power of good alcohol , it

  

brings back the memories to the old and banishes the cold of loneliness .

As for the song ,  it was as bad or as good as the one Mrs Murphy had sung

  

at  the do for the childrens's home .  The two Polish women  laughed  till

  

they  cried  ,  Michael sung it even louder and was made repeat  it  seven

  

times ,  and all the time he hadn't a clue for the life of him what he was

  

singing ....

        The next day Mrs Murphy took Nanska on a trip around town to  show

  

the sights ,  Mrs Murphy really liked flashing her bus pass like a  police

  

man , in fact Starsky was her favourite . The two ladies stopped off for a

  

cuppa at a little cafe by the bus station .  Behind them was a park and  a

  

wood , it reminded Nanska of home .

 "I feel at home here ,  with these woods ,  with a friend by my side "  ,

  

she squeezed Mrs Murphy's hand , as she gazed towards the woods .

 " We have woods like that back home , when I was in service in the hotels

  

in  Killarney I used to walk in the woods .  Its nice to see something  so

  

tall  and  strong reach up to the sky and grow .  Then you  have  the  low

  

branches with their leaves leaning down and touching your hair . It always

  

gave me a thrill . " said Mrs Murphy as she followed Nanska's gaze .

 "It was such a thrill ,  the soft earth underneath the trees , the bouncy

  

ground , the squirrels chattering away and jumping like acrobats from tree

  

to tree ,  the magpies too ,  oh it was all so grand , just think what its

  

like to be young ." continued Mrs Murphy in bewteen sips of tea .

"It was the closest we got to sex . " smiled Nanska

"Yes  ,  I  suppose  you  are right - then  we  realised  trees  are  more

  

dependable than men . " laughed Mrs Murphy .

  They laughed together ,  a shared love of trees ,  a shared  faith  ,  a

  

shared  hope ,  they laughed as only the old can laugh ,  they laughed  at

  

themselves .

  "Come  on ,  let's walk in the woods " said Mrs Murphy  jumping  up  and

  

nearly knocking the table and chairs over .

A smiling Nanska ,  eagerly joined in this nonsense , oh to be young again

  

,  youth was wasted on the young ,  they wasted so much time , life is for

  

living and loving and hoping , not sitting around and saying " I'm Bored"

all this went through both their heads as they strode towards the wood .

Not  that  they actually strode ,  in their hearts they  did  ,  but  they

  

progressed towards the woods arm in arm .....

           They must have been in the woods for a half hour ,  before  Mrs

  

Murphy felt the call of nature . So making hissing noises , and gestures ,

  

she  ushered Nanska on ,  while she did a country pee .  This is  how  Mrs

  

Murphy described crouching behind a tree with her dress held up about  her

  

head  so she could let nature take its course .  It was while nature  took

  

its  course  that it happened .  A fact of human nature to be  prescise  ,

  

greed .  Nanska was mugged . Mrs Murphy heard the screams and came running

  

, or rather huffing and puffing with her drawers still not fully pulled up

  

"What's up ?" she demanded as she rearranged her underwear .

"A bandit take my bag " was Nanska's reply as tried to contain her heaving

  

bussum , such was her shock and heart rate .

Mrs  Murphy looked feverishly around her hoping to see the  mugger  ,  but

  

there was no chance .  So taking Nanska's hand to comfort her , Mrs Murphy

  

led Nanska out of the wood .  On the way out they found Nanska's handbag ,

  

there was a trail of Nanska's poccessions .

"So we are lucky after all " said Mrs Murphy trying to console Nanska .

  "Yes ,  but he did frighten me ,  he pushed me to the ground  "  replied

  

Nanska as she crouched about picking up her belongings .

 "Bad sest him ,  the divil carry him  , if ever I catch him , I'd tan his

  

bare  arse ," said Mrs Murphy as she struggled about picking  up  Nanska's

  

belongings .

"I have everything now ,  he must have thrown it down when he realised  my

  

money  was Polish kind .  Sadly I miss the gold cross and chain  that  The

  

Pope gave me . " sighed Nanska .

Mrs  Murphy's  ears pricked up as she heard this ,  nobody  , no  cheeky

  

spotty  youth  was  going to steal from her  friend  ,  she'd  catch  this

  

"person" if it was the last thing she did . Her head raced with anger , as

  

the two of them continued out of the wood , towards the bus station .  Now

  

how would Starsky deal with this she wondered ,  then she wondered   was

  

St.  Anthony  the  one for muggings too ,  after all she wanting  help  in

  

finding  that  cross  .  She  was  awakened  from  her  throughts  by  the

  

"Chugg,chugg" of Michael's taxi .

"Jump  in ladies ,  where to ?  " he said quietly ,  as his head  had  not

  

recovered from the night before .

 "You better go to Mark's , WE have been mugged . " said Mrs Murphy .

           At Mark's ,  Mrs Murphy and her soul mate ,  were the life  and

  

soul of the inquest into the mugging .  Concerned looks , and dire threats

  

of  what they'd do to the culprit were the order of the day . Patrick  his

  

hands covered in flour came running .

"Are you alright , are you alright ? " he said , scouring his mothers face

  

for signs of harm .

"Of course , I am . Only the spotty faced monster made me wet my knickers"

 "You were that afraid ? " said a worried looking Patrick .

  "Don't be so soft ,  you overgrown egyt ,  I was taking a country pee  ,

  

when  I  heard the fuss ,  then in my rush I wet my knickers ."  said  Mrs

  

Murphy with a look that said "What kind of idiot have I for a son " .

  "So we've wet the baby's head last week and now your knickers this

  week ! "  said Patrick who couldn't resist the chance of a joke .

 "I'm not too old to tan your bare arse ,  Patrick ! "  snapped Mrs Murphy

  

before she saw the funny side and started to shriek with laughter .

 "I'm going to catch that cheeky monkey , I don't mind my knickers getting

  

wet  ,  it's  just  that Nanska a visiter to our country  should  not  get

  

treated like that ,  it ruins the reputation of the place ,  they'll think

  

we are all totally uncivilised .  " Mrs Murphy sounded more than indignant

  

, she had that look in her eye . Then by way of afterthought she added

"Besides ,  the little bastard stole a cross and chain given to Nanska  by

  

the Pope himself ! "

  Patrick knew  it was definately a waste of time trying to  persuade  his

  

mother that she hadn't a chance in hell of finding the mugger .  He looked

  

about the cafe trying to think of something useful  to say . Outside Amjit

  

barked and put his nose to the window .

"Well Amjit can help you , " said Patrick trying placate his mother .

"Well I'll take him home with  me then . "

          The next few days Amjit found himself under house arrest at  Mrs

  

Murphy's . She was training him with the aid of a hurling stick and ginger

  

nut biscuits ,  if he had a soul Amjit would have sold it for a ginger nut

  

biscuit , wasn't Patrick the same only Rolos were his weakness . Amjit was

  

a  clever dog already  ,  but Mrs Murphy didn't quite trust him as he  had

  

ran  after a squirrel while saving Jaswinder .  She was an old  woman  she

  

didn't want to be attacked while souring the town for the mugger  .  Amjit

  

already knew English and a bit of Indian but now the Gaelic were to be his

  

command words . Mrs Murphy did not want anybody to know what was coming .

 "Well , you seem to know your stuff , so we'll go for a walk in the woods

  

then ."

            Walking in the woods was a joy for Mrs Murphy ,  a harsh  word

  

in Gaelic was all that was needed when Amjit started to trot , having seen

  

a squirrel ahead .That and the odd ginger nut .She thought she'd only have

  

to walk into the woods and then  the mugger would come out with his  hands

  

up  ,  but neither life nor love is like that .  The first thing that  Mrs

  

Murphy  came across seemed to be a body ,  she couldn't quite see  so  she

  

sent Amjit ahead ,  just in case it was dangerous .  Amjit crept ahead and

  

sniffed at a white rounded thing ,  his cold nose touched it . There was a

  

startled scream ,  followed by a girl's laughter .  Amjit had disturbed  a

  

pair  of natural lovers .  Mrs Murphy brought up the rear ,  averting  her

  

eyes from the naked lovers .

  "I'm  sorry  if my dog disturbed your husband at  his  "Work"  ,  "  the

  

laughter in her voice ,  hadn't friends of hers done the same fifty  years

  

ago in the woods of Killarney ,  in a crowded house a wood can be a  thing

  

of wonder and recreation  if not procreation .

"He's only my boyfriend !" came a laughed reply from the girl , while the

  

boy blushed .

 "You should only do that if you know , he'd be a good father to a baby !"

was Mrs Murphy's moral retort her eyes averted still .

 "Oh ,  he will be ,  I want lots of children ,  we are just getting  some

  

practice in , " was the final remark before the girl got the boy to carry

  

on with a job well done .

  Mrs Murphy was going to say something more but then thought  of  Patrick

  

and June ,  so she just laughed and laughed ,  they were true lovers  just

  

like her Patrick and June , so what if they were early starters . And they

  

wanted  lots of kids ,  anybody who loved children was ok in Mrs  Murphy's

  

book .      

  

           Further  into the wood  teenage children were swinging  from  a

  

rope  tied  to a tree .  When they saw Amjit they  scattered  ,  screaming

  

"Police"  .  They had been playing truant from school ,  the sight  of  an

  

enormous  dog  had only meant one thing to them - Police  .  It  took  Mrs

  

Murphy  a while to realise this . Then she realised she had a new  problem

  

now , how to make Amjit invisible .

    

             Mrs  Murphy  thought  long and hard  on  how  to  make  Amjit

  

invisible , it would be easy if she was Paul Daniels the tv magician , but

  

she  was just a poor widow woman ,  as she insisted to her son every  time

  

she  wanted to extract a favour .  Saint Francis was roped in to help  but

  

this only gave partial success , what was needed was something to slow the

  

hairy  beast down .  Mrs Murphy even thought of attaching the old last  to

  

Amjit's collar ,  she ruled this out though ,  something much heavier  was

  

needed  , something that would make Amjit slow down and so make  him  keep

  

his  distance and so be invisible .  Then while watching the tv she saw  a

  

blacksmith ,  a light went on in her mind , now an anvil would be just the

  

thing to slow Amjit down .  It was then that Saint Francis spoke up ,  she

  

couldn't  be  so  cruel to a dumb animal especially  after  he  had  saved

  

Jaswinder  .  The picture of Mother Theresa looked down the wall and  said

  

"have faith ".Mrs Murphy looked at Amjit lying at her feet like some  form

  

of  long  haired rug and smiled her own saintly smile  ,  they  were  only

  

thoughts ,  meer passing pagan clouds . She threw Amjit a ginger nut , the

  

"rug" awoke and caught it , licked his lips and wagged his tail ; he liked

  

her ,  it amused him how she threatened him with a hurling stick ,  he let

  

her think she was in charge ,  after all he really would sell his soul for

  

a ginger nut .

          The door bell rang ,  Saint Francis had sent a helper ,  no last

  

this but a human anvil who would really slow Amjit down , it was Mathew .

Mrs  Murphy smiled ,  those saints really loved playing games with  her  ,

  

they could really drive her to distraction ,  yet they always came through

  

in  the  end  ,  even though if sometimes  they puzzled  her  despite  her

  

fathomless faith .

  

"Hello Mathew ,  come in I'll make some fresh tea ,  I've a favour to  ask

  

you " , she said casting a sideways glance at Mother Theresa on the wall.

   

           The next day Mathew and Mrs Muphy were on the street ,  a trail

  

of ginger nuts seperated them .  The plan was for Mrs Murphy to call Amjit

  

and make him advance slowly along the street ,  picking up the ginger nuts

  

one by one ,  Mathew was the braking device to prevent Amjit wolfing  down

  

the lot .  This  did the trick ,  as Mathew was heavier than any  last  or

  

anvil .

             "Follow  " commanded Mrs Murphy from up the  street  . Fifty

  

yards  away Amjit eagerly obeyed ,  why shouldn't he after  all  ,  wasn't

  

there a trail of ginger nuts in front of him ,  he was only a dog , albeit

  

a very large and hairy dog , but he wasn't stupid . The pavement was a bit

  

wet  and  slippery after the early rain ,  and such  was  Amjit's  pulling

  

power that if Mathew were wearing skis he could have water skied along the

  

pavement , but since Mathew wasn't then that wasn't a possibility , but it

  

was  a near thing .  Amjit proceeded up the road after Mrs Murphy  licking

  

his lips all the way ,  now this was fun he thought ,  even if he did have

  

to  drag Mathew after him .  After half an hour the supply of ginger  nuts

  

was  exhausted .  Jaswinder came skipping out with a couple of packets  of

  

ginger  nuts  ,  her  father like everybody else on the  street  had  been

  

watching  with  interest .  So patting Amjit hello and  goodbye  Jaswinder

  

skipped away ,  her mission had been accomplished .  Amjit again  followed

  

Mrs  Murphy at a distance ,  still weighed down by Mathew ,  to be  honest  

  

Amjit was getting bored ,  even though it was his duty to do Mrs  Murphy's

  

bidding , it would be a shame to waste all those nice ginger nuts wouldn't

  

it ?  "Now lets see if he'll do it without the bribe , " yelled Mrs Murphy

  

to  Mathew  .  So  Amjit followed her at a  distance  ,  almost  inventing

  

pavement water skiing at the same time as he dragged Mathew along .  Amjit

  

followed three times without reward . "Well he seems to have leant it then

  

doesn't  he  ?  "  beamed a happy Mrs Murphy .  Only  to  be  disappointed

  

immediately  ,  Mathew had let go of Amjit ,  so a disgusted Amjit  dashed

  

off. It wasn't fair was it , Amjit had been tricked , he had obeyed out of

  

duty hadn't he ,  the ginger nuts had nothing to do with it ,  it was  the

  

principle , wasn't it ?  

  

          In the cafe Mrs Murphy had a well earned cuppa while she treated

  

Mathew  to a banana milk shake .  Where had that turncoat Amjit got  to  ,

  

just when she thought he had learnt his lesson .

          Amjit too was having a break ,  he'd dug up a favourite bone and

  

was chewing on it , pondering on the morning's fun as he sucked the marrow

  

from his bone .  It was while Amjit was chewing that he had an idea ,  but

  

he finished his bone first before he put his idea into action .

            "I've got an idea  Mathew ,  what if we gradually  reduce  the

  

amount  of ginger nuts ,  then even that stupid dog will  understand  ,  "

  

sighed Mrs Murphy , who was tired and feeling her age .

"Like Barbara Woodhouse did on the telly last night do you mean ? "replied

  

Mathew as he blew bubbles into his milk shake .  Mrs Murphy realised  what

  

an old fool she had been and it was Mathew of all people who had made  her

  

realise this .

 "Come on then , I'll try and whistle the devil back to us , " she said as

  

she leant on the back of a chair to lever herself up .   

  

          Outside Amjit was sitting with his lead in his teeth ,  his tail

  

was wagging ,  he was pleased with himself and the bone he'd just eaten no

  

doubt . "Your stomach not full enough is it ? " scolded Mrs Murphy . Amjit

  

just  barked and skipped in front of her just like a puppy .  "You  better

  

grab him ,  before the rascal runs away . " Then in front of them they saw

  

the fruits of Amjit's chewing the cud or rather chewing his bone  .  Along

  

the  pavement placed at intervals were fragments of bone !  Amjit  thought

  

Mrs  Murphy  had  ran out of bribes ,  so he had supplied  his  own  ,  in

  

readiness for more fun .

           "You'd teach this grandmother to suck eggs wouldn't you ,"  she

  

again scolded , as Amjit jumped about like a very excited puppy .   

  

"But I thought we were just teaching him to follow you at a distance , and

  

how can a dog suck eggs , or do you mean carry eggs like Police dogs can

  

do , like I saw on - "

"Barbara Woodhouse last night ,  " interrupted Mrs Murphy .  She looked at

  

Amjit  and  then Mathew ,  then she smiled ,  some would  call  them  dumb

  

animals yet both had shown her a thing or two .  There was no doubt in her

  

mind ,  St.Francis was making a fool of her .  She shook her head then she

  

let  the  laughter out ,  at her age she had no time nor need of  anger  ,

  

laughter was all she wanted ,  that and to die in her sleep and to convert

  

the  pagan  grandparents of course .  The shopkeepers who had  again  been

  

keeping half an  eye  on proceedings came out to see what was the cause of

  

all the laughter ,  Mathew having started off too ,  a braying echo of Mrs

  

Murphy's earthy laugh , Amjit barking for joy too , which would soon start

  

off all the dogs in the neighbourhood . A look along the street to see all

  

the  bones  soon  explained things .  So the whole street  joined  in  the

  

laughter  .  When sanity returned Amjit proved that he'd already  mastered

  

the trick of following at a distance .  If the truth be know ,  Amjit  had

  

worked  things out pretty soon ,  but he hadn't the heart to admit  it  to

  

poor Mrs Murphy , besides it was great fun , if she wanted to leave ginger

  

nuts along the pavement then he wasn't going to stop her . After all a dog

  

was man's and old ladies' best friend .  

  

             Mrs  Murphy resumed her search of the woods  with  her  newly

  

trained Amjit , but to no avail . So she went and had a bun and a tea from

  

the cafe in front of the wood . It wasn't fair , she'd spent all this time

  

and energy ,not to mention wasted prayers and still no sign of the mugger.

             While Mrs Murphy was having simple fare ,  on the other  side

  

of  town  Mrs  Annette Kemp was treating herself to  Black  Forest  Gateau  

  

washed down by real coffee and cream  all served by pretty young girls  in

  

uniforms  similiar to those Mrs Murphy had worn fifty years ago  when  in

  

service  in the hotels on the lakes of Killarney .  Mrs Kemp  was  pleased

  

with  herself ,  she'd just bought Patrick his birthday present ,  a  very

  

nice Rolex with clasp strap . So pleased was she that she had the watch on

  

her table so she could admire it while she had her gateau and coffee , and

  

she of course congradulated herself on her good taste , if only some would

  

rub off on Patrick .  Then she smiled to herself ,  hadn't he married  HER

  

daughter ,  so if that wasn't good taste ,  then what was ? She overlooked

  

the fact that   some of her "friends" would have called  it  a  "Shotgun

  

Wedding"  ;  but  now that SHE was a grandmother those kind  of  "friends"

  

could  go  to  hell as far as she was concerned ,  in many  ways  she  was

  

already like the other grannie - Mrs Murphy .  

  

           Outside on the street somebody else was admiring the Rolex ,  a

  

spotty faced youth with a skateboard under his arm ,  a "class war"  badge

  

on his jumper , next to a gold cross held on with a safety pin . As far as

  

the  spotty  youth was concerned here was one of  the  enemy  ,  flaunting

  

wealth ,  that one watch would more than pay for a years poll tax , that's

  

if the spotty youth didn't feel poll tax was immoral .  Not that  stealing

  

was immoral , for that's was what he was about to do .

            Mrs  Kemp finished her gateau ,  had a last sip  of  her  real

  

coffee , then she put the Rolex away , into a dainty carrier with Rolex on

  

it .  She floated outside ,  with the air of the Queen Mother about her  ,

  

she  was  happy and content ,  it had been a nice morning ,  a  very  nice

  

morning  .  So  when  a sneering spotty faced youth shouted  in  her  face

  

grabbing  her precious cargo she was to taken aback .  She  just  couldn't

  

comprehend  the situation ,  it was like stealing one of the  three  gifts

  

from one of the three kings ,  or slapping an angel's bum and asking for a

  

bit of slap and tickle . It happened to other people but never to you , it

  

was as likely as a man breaking into the Queen's bedroom . It just did not

  

happen .  Then Mrs Kemp's face fell ,  it had really happened and to her ,

  

just as it had happened to the Queen , even the Queen .   

  

 "Stop thief ,  catch that little BASTARD ," she screamed .  She hailed  a

  

taxi and ordered "Follow that skateboard . " Only the taxi driver laughed

"It's too late for April Fool's Missus .  " This really annoyed Mrs Kemp ,

  

being called "Missus" ,  and by a taxi driver . So she ordered him to take

  

her to the street , her daughter at least would give her some sympathy ..

    

          "So you see the spotty creature grabbed the bag and made off  on

  

his skateboard ,  I doubt if he could tell the time , unless it was on one

  

of  those  horrid  digital watches ,  so why on earth should  he  steal  a

  

"Timepiece"  like the Rolex ?  " mused Mrs Kemp to her daughter ,  as  she

  

sipped her tea in Mark's cafe .

"So Patrick won't be getting his birthday present then ? " said June , who

  

was holding her mother's twitching hand , the shock only now sinking in .

"No ,  he'll have his watch ,  no little hoodlum is going to ruin MY plans

  

after all ,  Patrick is family now .  Though you will come with me to  the

  

shop to buy him another , I wouldn't feel safe on my own ."

June looked at her mother , she suddenly seemed old and vunerable  ,  the

  

hard  real world had never dared encroach on Mrs Kemp ,  and now there she

  

was holding June's hand ,  looking vunerable , June was the mother and her

  

mother was the little frightened child .

  

"Of course I will ,  but you need not go to the expense ,  after all it is

  

the thought that counts , " concern in both her eyes and voice .

Outside there was a screech of brakes ,as three orange VW vans pulled up .

Out  jumped  eight Indians in turbans and saffron coloured  robes  ,  long

  

swords dangling by their sides . Behind the Indians came Mrs Murphy , like

  

an honour guard they heralded Mrs Murphy into Mark's cafe .

 "Nine teas , please , and some cake too , " flashed a pearl white smile .

Mrs Murphy sat down , her boys surrounding her . It was only then that Mrs

  

Murphy noticed  a crestfallen Mrs Kemp .

"Are you alright ? You look down today , Annette , " Mrs Murphy enquired .

"Mom was mugged , just a while ago ," answered June .

"Jesus ,  Mary and Joseph it's an epidemic .  Didn't somebody have a go at

  

me , only a few minutes ago ! "

"What ,  somebody tried to mug you ,  dear God ,  Shiela what's the  world

  

coming to ? " a startled Mrs Kemp replied .

"Oh  ,  I'm ok the mugger just pushed me to the ground .  You see the  bus

  

conducter  was  in a funny mood so he wouldn't let me take Amjit  on  the

  

bus  ,  so the poor dog had to walk the two miles home on his own  .  Then

  

what with the dirty bus windows I couldn't see where I was and got off  at

  

the wrong stop . So this young  lad jumped out at me . But luckily my boys

  

happened to  be passing so they jumped out  of their vans and chased him

down the street .  I think he got the fright of his life , mind you he's a

  

very  fast runner ,  he just tucked his skateboard under his arm  and  ran

  

like  he'd just seen a banshee ,  " Mrs Murphy gave glowing looks  to  her

  

boys .

"Well ,  when we saw Mrs Murphy we were going to give her a lift ,  as  it

  

was we ended up saving her from God knows what ," said Amajit the one with

  

the pearl white smile .

"This is Amajit , and these are his brothers , Bamajit , Camajit , Damajit

  

,Hasajit  ,Jamajit , Nanajit and the little one is Pamajit ,  " said  a

  

proud Mrs Murphy as if they were her own sons , and in fact she would love

  

them to be sons of hers .  For they were all fine strong lads ,  only they

  

were sons of India and not of Kerry .

"And  how did you you get to know such fine young men ,  " asked Mrs  Kemp

  

forgetting her own indignatities ,  for Amajit had the looks of an  Indian

  

screen idol .

"She stopped me from walking under a bus when I was a child ,  so it is my

  

duty to honour her and treat her as a mother ,  " said Amajit flashing his

  

smile straight at Mrs Kemp .  Mrs Kemp very nearly swooned ,  a smile like

  

that had never been given to her , never .  Mrs  Murphy winked at  June  ,

  

wasn't  this proof of what she had said ,  Mrs Kemp was after a toy boy  ,

  

and  if Patrick was unavailable then Amajit would do fine ,  very  fine  .

  

June looked at the ceiling and bit her lip ,  Mrs Murphy was a rogue to be

  

sure .  Amajit his smiling over ,  snapped his biscuit in two , and sipped

  

his tea .  His brothers  forming a kaleidoscopic imitation of him ,  as to

  

the  echo they in turn snapped their biscuits and sipped their  tea  ,  if

  

there had been music it would have seemed like ballet or even opera .

"The  lads  are off to the Temple for a do ,  these are not  their  street

  

clothes , " answered Mrs Murphy seeing a question form on Mrs Kemp's lips.

  

"Speaking of which we must be off ,  " said Amajit looking at his Rolex  ,

  

his  action  rippling out to his brothers as they in turn looked  at their

  

Rolexes .  So rising like a wave , with Amajit its crest the Khan brothers

  

were  off  ,  just  pausing long enough to nod at Mrs  Murphy  ,  and  for

  

Amajit's  final smile to Mrs Kemp .  So with a screech and three puffs  of

  

exhaust ,  the VW vans with the Khan's in them disappeared . Though Amajit

  

would never disappear from Mrs Kemp's mind .

  

  "He's  such a nice man ,  and were they all wearing Rolex  watches  ?  "

  

wondered Mrs Kemp trying to appear nonchalant . Mrs Murphy again winked at

  

June before answering .

  

 "He's a nice lad , so are his brothers . They are worth a few million now

  

  I suppose .  Working sixteen hour days does have its rewards  .  They've

  

just  bought the old pressing works , to expand their clothing business  .

  

They have one sister too ,  but  sadly she's a spastic ,  they love her to

  

death  ,  they  are building her a bungalow of her own  ,  next  to  their

  

parents house , so she can be independent . It's nice that , they are nice

  

lads  .  The youngest boy is having a year off before he goes  to  Medical

  

School , he's going to go to Birmingham because its the best . "

  

" I am impressed , " replied Mrs Kemp raising her eyebrows .

  

"You'll be impressed more when I catch the mugger , " intoned Mrs Murphy .

  

         Two days later Mrs Murphy had dragged a reluctant Nanska  to  the

  

woods  ,  not in a last ditch hope  to catch the mugger ,  they  would  be

  

more likely to uncover a teddybears' picnic than that ,  no , to quell any

  

lasting fears Nanska may hold for woods .  They were of course accompanied

  

by  Amjit  ,  whose  presence  would strike fear into  The  Hound  of  the

  

Baskerville's , Mrs Murphy had more than prayers to be her guide .

"I'm  very sorry we haven't been able to catch that mugger ,it  really  is

  

such a disappointment to me .  Three old woman all attacked by one  spotty

  

youth .  I don't mind it happening to me  ,  nor do I miss the fancy watch

  

that  my  son's  mother-in-law lost , its just that you a  guest  in  our

  

country , and not to mentiopn a friend of the Pope's should not be treated

  

like  this ,  " said Mrs Murphy shaking her head ,  as if it were all  her

  

fault .

"You do your best Shiela ,  he have the luck of the Devil ,  and he run so

  

fast  as you tell me ,  " replied Nanska placing a consoling hand  on  Mrs

  

Murphy's .

They  carried  on  walking through the trees ,  the veins  in  the  leaves

  

looking  like outstretched hands ,  begging hands ,  just as Mrs  Murphy's

  

heart was begging the saints to help her and her Polish soulmate . Amjit

  

stopped and sniffed the wind .  The woman looked ,  ahead of them  a man

  

was relieving himself against a tree ,  Amjit began to growl softly , that

  

was one of his favourite trees ,  he'd often marked it ,  what was a  mere

  

man doing to his tree . Mrs Murphy was on the point of scolding Amjit when

  

she noticed first the man's arm .  He was far away ,  but she'd seen eight

  

Rolexes  the  other day and to be sure that was a  nineth  .  Then  Nanska

  

pointed ,  wasn't there a skateboard propped against the tree  .  Amjit's

  

growls  errupted into one bark ,this made the man turn to see  where  the

  

sound came from . It was the worst thing he could have done .

"Bandit , " screamed Nanska slightly shocked at seeing the mugger again .

"He'll  be wetting his knickers now ,  " shouted a delighted Mrs Murphy  .

  

Before she could shout "Skither his Arse" Amjit was off , he knew that man

  

wasn't nice ,  how could he be , he'd used his tree , and he wasn't even a

  

nice bitch ,  just a mere man .  Amjit howled ,  the birds scattered , the

  

squirrels raced up trees , the mugger peed on his own leg , caught himself

  

on his zip , and then ran like a bat out of hell . Only it would be no use

  

 for a hound of hell was on his tail ,  no longer the creeping ,  the slow

  

the  steady Amjit as bribed by ginger nuts ,  but the hound of hell  ,  or

  

rather God's Animal making a good impersonation of a Hell's Angel . As the

  

mugger ran he could hear a jangling ,  this was Amjit's name tag , his our

  

lady of Lourdes medal and his Indian holy man medal ,  it formed a kind of

  

clanging  or bell ring ,  and for whom did the bell toll ,  the mugger  of

  

course  .  It  was  while  the mugger was running for  his  life  that  he

  

interrupted  the  young couple ,  tha naked lovers who used  the  wood  to

  

create  life ,  in fact he fell over them .  Seconds later Amjit placed  a

  

cold nose on a bare bum , it was his way of asking which way did he go .

Without bothered  to pause  ,  a finger pointed the way ,  Amjit sped  off

  

barking his thanks .  Amjit was beginning to think what a good runner this

  

mere man was ,  then he caught up with him . So teeth first Amjit said his

  

hellos .

"We better try and catch up with him then , " said Mrs Murphy .

"Do you think your dog is fast enough ? " pondered Nanska .

   

A scream rang out through the woods , as if answering Nanska'a doubts , it

  

was  followed by excited barking .  The ladies looked at one  another  and

  

laughed  .  So  picking up the discarded skateboard they  made  their  way

  

though  the woods towards the source of the screams .  On their  way  they

  

came  across the naked lovers .  Mrs Murphy averting her eyes dropped  her

  

son's business card beside them  saying  "If you need a flat give my son a

  

ring  .  "  Her son's flat above the bakery had been empty since he  built

  

his house , so to save the lovers from catching cold she left the card .

         Meanwhile Amjit had let his quarry go ,  not so he could spit the

  

taste out  before biting the mugger again , but more because it was fun to

  

let him go .Then he'd have to catch him again ,first Amjit ran away before

  

reappearing teeth first , rather like a toothpaste commercial , only one

  

with much more bite . The mugger was cowering on the ground squeezed into

  

a ball when Mrs Murphy and Nanska arrived .

"Amjit  leave him be .  As for you young man stand up !  "  commanded  Mrs

  

Murphy , having the full authority of Amjit's teeth at her command  .

The man stood ,  he looked scared , not to mention tattered and bleeding ,

  

Amjit had enjoyed his blood sport .

    

"You  can take off that watch for starters ,  and empty your pockets  ,  "

  

continued Mrs Murphy .

In the woods behind them ,the lovers now clothed watched the proceedings ,

it appeared very strange .  Two old ladies and a very big dog making a man

  

strip . For Mrs Murphy decided he might be hiding something so she had the

  

spotty man strip to his underpants ,  she was sure Starsky would have done

  

the same thing , so it must be right . While the man shivered , Mrs Murphy

  

searched  the  clothes  .  After a while she got  up  from  her  crouching

  

position , in her hand she held a cross , Nanska's cross .

"The  one  Carol give me ,  you are a detective Mrs Murphy ,"   beamed   a

  

grateful Nanska .

  

Amjit barked his praise too , his tail moving like a windmill in a storm .

Mrs Murphy then turned her attention to the mugger .  Behind in the  trees

  

the lovers edged forward , they could sense the coming storm .

"So you think you're a bigshot attacking old ladies ,  and WIDOWS like  me

  

and honoured visitors to our country do you ? " blasted Mrs Murphy .

"Well  don't think you're too old to have your bare arse spanked ,  "  she

  

continued with her Kerry accent getting stronger by the second .

"Turn  around then drop your pants mister ,  " she was trying to sound  as

  

hard as Starsky .  She was getting worked up now , in fact she dropped her

  

handbag  ,  the  contents spilt everywhere .  While she  gathered  up  the

  

contents  of her bag the mugger dropped his pants ,  he'd never live  this

  

down .  But worse was yet to come ,  for amongst the spilt contents of Mrs

  

Murphy's handbag was superglue ,  used to fix her favourite beeds .  In  a

  

second  a wicked idea was formed in Mrs Murphy's mind .  She  grabbed  the

  

skateboard , squirted the glue onto it , then used it to spank the mugger.

Only one spank ,  then while Amjit barked his approval she held the  board

  

to the muggers behind .

"There you are ,  now see how dignified you feel ,  about the same as your

  

victims  who  you leave sprawled about !  " screeched  a  triumphant  Mrs

  

Murphy as she took her hands from the skateboard  , which remained stuck

to  the mugger's behind .  Nanska was silent for a second before  bursting

  

out laughing , the old ladies hugged each other as they continued laughing

  

till tears formed in their eyes .As for Amjit he saw a friend ,another dog

  

that  is  to say ,  so with a bark of farewell he ran off to  play  .  The

  

mugger made his retreat , with the old ladies laughing him farewell .

          When the laughing was over the ladies continued walking  out  of

  

the woods , the lovers broke cover to run after them .

"Excuse  me  ,  but this card you gave us you weren't playing  a  joke  or

  

something were you ? " asked the girl .

"Not at all , in fact we are going back that way now , so if you come with

  

us  on the bus you can see my son about it ?  " relied Mrs Murphy  as  the

  

last trace of her laughter faded , leaving just slightly curled up lips as

  

evidence of her revenge in the woods .

"My car is parked by the bus station ,  we'll give you a lift . By the way

  

we saw what you did to that man , it was very funny , " said the man .

"Bad  cest  him ,  he was a mugger ,  I don't think he'll be  mugging  old

  

ladies anymore , " said an indignant Mrs Murphy .

         Back on the street in Mark's cafe Mrs Murphy held court , telling

  

and  retelling  the story .  Everybody thought she was right to  turn  the

  

tables . When Patrick and June came in Mrs Murphy held up the Rolex before

  

throwing it at her son .

"There's  your birthday present from your mother-in-law ,  I retrieved  it

  

from the mugger ,  Amjit helped of course ,  mind you he's gone off  after

  

some lady dog now . "

"It's nice ,  very nice ,  pity its not a stretch strap  though ,  "  said

  

Patrick as he examined the Rolex .

"Well  as it happens I stopped off at Jimmy's ,  so here's my present  for

  

you , " Patrick's mum then threw a stretch stap at him .

"Thank's  mum ,  you were always practical ,  though it used to be  boiled

  

sweets you threw at me . "

"Oh  June come here I've a favour to ask ?  " continued Mrs  Murphy  still

  

basking  in the afterglow of fame .  The two then confered ,  before  June

  

looked at Liz and Keith before laughing , then with a nod of her head June

  

consented to Mrs Murphy's idea .June edged up to  Patrick and gave him  a

  

lingering kiss on the lips ,  making him blush ,  he hated being kissed in

  

public . He knew June was up to something , but what was it ?

"Patrick I have decided , or rather we have decided " she began .

"You and me ? Decided what ? " interrupted Patrick .

"Me  and  your mother ,  that we ,  " continued June ,  pausing  to  plant

  

another smacker on his lips .  Patrick blushed again ,  and looked at  the

  

floor in an effort to hide those blushes from all in the cafe .

"To finish ,we , and this time I mean you and me are going to rent out the

  

old flat  to Liz and Keith over there , "  she kissed her husband again to

  

press home her point .

"I suppose it is a waste to let it go empty , " observed Patrick trying to

  

appear in charge of the situation .

"Yes it would be .  Besides we don't want Liz and Keith to catch a cold  ,

  

oh and by the way I think we should have a walk in the woods next month ."

Patrick  could see the glint in her eye ,  he did not understand but  June

  

was good at explaining ......