tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64487916640084480522024-02-18T22:20:47.870-08:00Waterloo Sunset/Waterloo VillageStory about the day to day lives of the residents of Waterloo VillageVelvet Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09903257121391292173noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448791664008448052.post-78953825588609137122011-05-10T08:38:00.000-07:002011-05-10T08:38:00.942-07:00waterloo village 3 - fight nightVelvet Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09903257121391292173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448791664008448052.post-72239273655407675442011-05-05T09:33:00.001-07:002011-05-06T07:51:17.774-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Velvet Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09903257121391292173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448791664008448052.post-13291502999003656612011-05-04T08:16:00.000-07:002011-05-14T08:13:23.674-07:00waterloo village 2<div class="plainMail"><em>Harriet was on her front door having a natter with Jim the postman, when she spots a cat wandering around the outer village. Jim then alerted the other villagers while finishing off his round, Harriet went to see the mayor, Charlie at the village hall.</em><br />
<em> Charlie was watching a Cleveland Browns football game when harriet burst through the door he reluctantly agrees to do something about it, though only when it's close enough to deal with, which angers Harriet, Charlie, and Harriet never got on well, taking it as one of her never ending tales, though only when Jim walks through the door, he realises the seriousness and backs down, though just as he was going to make his desicion, Michael the earthworm slithered in with news on Randal's whereabouts. As he sat on the table talking, jim kept looking at him, his stomache began to rumble, and he began pecking at michael, who was clearly annoyed, jim then picked him up and began to swallow when michael wacked him on the throat causing jim to cough him out, michael then finished what he was saying, Charlie gave him a wide grin and flicked him off the table and Jim went after him.</em><br />
<em> Charlie spent that night in the company of the Runts so he had a clearer view when he spots the cat, which came closer than the previous few nights. Charlie confronted the cat and asked what he was doing there, the cat, Randal hissed and the two fight it out, Randal ran off with wounded pride, Charlie rubbed his hands in satisfaction. Harriet, slightly horrified, complained about the violence</em><br />
<em>Charlie used, though he just shrugged and told Harriet, she wanted something done about it and he did it and now she's complaining, turns to Herbert and smiles with a shake of the head</em></div>Velvet Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09903257121391292173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448791664008448052.post-79318944390342702342011-03-17T08:59:00.000-07:002011-05-14T08:12:18.046-07:00Waterloo Village 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-indent: 36pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Herbert Runt, a fine rat with an old fashioned charming attitude and long suffering husband of Harriet, was walking up the steps of Winchester train station and waiting at the platform for the London-Waterloo train, wearing a three piece suit and brown leather shoes, carrying a satchel over one shoulder and two suitcases beside him - he’d been in Winchester on a 5 day business trip.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-indent: 36pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>He boarded the 9:45 train and sat in the first class carriage, took out his little round glasses and began reading a copy of the Guardian newspaper. He bought a cup of Earl Grey tea from the refreshment trolley maid who came round every so often, he has<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>very distinctive posh voice and always seemed to be on the serious side, although quite knowledgeable and interesting to talk to.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-indent: 36pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span>The train arrives in London-Waterloo at 12:15 and Herbert picked up all his belongings and departed the train. He took out his little gold watch which was attached to a gold chain clipped to his jacket pocket, the watch said 3:30, his wife, Harriet was due to meet him at 4:00, so he went for a walk down the river, stopping in a nearby shop outlet to buy s cheap loaf of bread and sat on a wooden bench and fed the ducks, he looked at his watch again, which now said 3:45 , he put the rest of the bread away in his pocket, which was then snatched by a greedy swan; and made his way back to the station.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>He was back at the station entrance at precisely 4:00, his wife Harriet, looking rather elegant, was already <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>there to greet him and they both walked home to Waterloo Village, hand in hand.</span></i></div></div></div>Velvet Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09903257121391292173noreply@blogger.com0