Bleating Off - 3. A Time of Innocence, A time of Confidence

“Please, tell me that time is wrong, or I am in so much trouble.”

"Sorry, Sweetie!" The perky honeyed blonde cooed in her posh-speak. "That clock is spot on."

"Well, you can just kill me now, because when I next see Rose, my hide will fly right below the Union Jack."

"Rose, huh?" She asked. "That doesn't sound like the name of a vindictive person."

"We'll, you are right on for the most part, but this happens to be our two years together anniversary."

"Why are you so late then?"

"Fell asleep beneath yonder tree, I did."

"The larch?"

"No, the Pippin."

"You should have taken a lesson from Sir Isaac Newton, young sir."

I rub my head in discovery. "My word! There appears to be a right nasty lump."

"You had better be off, then. This Rose: maybe feeling the knot on your head she’ll be more forgiving."

"I thank you so much, then, kind miss."

"I am sure it will all turn out for you, and who knows, perhaps we'll meet up again someday."

As I turn to leave I hear her say. "Sooner and later, Sweetie,"

Up ahead Rose’s head came in view.

“You better have a bloody good excuse. We’re already hours late.”

“Hang on dear. I do have, mind you. I sat down to rest under a tree and…here, have a feel of this lump here.”

“What are ya going on about?”

“I got a walloping good knot from a pippin.” I told her and held open the tardis’ door for her.

FIN?