Inside-out #writephoto

Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week. We’ve been spoiled with two photos today!

 

Ginny looked at the window sill.
Drat! Another leak!
It was strange.
There hadn’t been any rain the last few days, in fact it had been surprisingly pleasant for a February.
She went off to go and tend to the guests they had staying at the Manor House this week.
A rather rowdy, but well off group of gentlemen, footballers, she thought they said they were. Well, you would have to be well off to rent out a Manor House like this for a whole week!
It was a ‘stag do’ they said, celebrating the last few nights of bachelorhood of one of their number.
Youngsters nowadays, Ginny thought. Back in her day, the men popped to the local for a quick pint to ward off the nerves of the Groom-to-be. Now they celebrated with days of drinking and eating and rather raucous music and behaviour!
They had taken to congregating in the large attics that had been converted. Apparently the acoustics were much better there, for their loud music.
Really, had this been twenty years ago, Sir Rotherham would never have allowed this type of jaunt on his property, but since his death, young Master Rotherham (she still couldn’t call him Sir… ) had taken to finding any way to make money from their estate. No scruples, that young man.
In fact, while this bunch of famous louts were wrecking the place she had looked after for the last fifty years, Master Rotherham was firmly ensconced within their group, enjoying being surrounded by all this ‘money’. He kept talking about selfies with various names she had never heard of, and being ‘liked’ on Insta-chat, or Snap-gram, whatever it was called!
Talking of Master Rotherham, she could hear his voice. He sounded rather high of spirits… probably due to the amount of spirits he had consumed. Never was good with alcohol, that boy…
Ginny went to look out of the window, where she felt the voice was coming from.
Gasping, she took a step back!
Well, that was a part of Master Rotherham’s anatomy that she hadn’t seen since he was a whippersnapper! And now she knew what that ‘leak’ was all about.
Really! Sir Rotherham would be rolling in his grave if he could see this!

I hope you enjoyed my silly tale!

#writephoto

20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sarah Brentyn
    May 26, 2017 @ 01:02:48

    I don’t know whether to laugh or cringe at the “weather” pouring down… 😉

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  3. dornahainds
    May 24, 2017 @ 17:10:27

    Fantastic! 😎🌹

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  4. robbiesinspiration
    May 23, 2017 @ 12:31:45

    Lovely read, Ritu, with a most amusing ending.

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  5. Sue Vincent
    May 23, 2017 @ 10:12:16

    Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.

    Liked by 2 people

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  6. Judy E Martin
    May 21, 2017 @ 18:54:25

    HAHA! That was great fun, Sis. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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  7. Erika Kind
    May 19, 2017 @ 13:58:21

    Oh, sis! What a funny twist 😂

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  8. willowdot21
    May 18, 2017 @ 23:27:42

    💝💜💖

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  9. willowdot21
    May 18, 2017 @ 23:27:34

    Excellent Ritu excellent 🤔🤢

    Liked by 1 person

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  10. Michael
    May 18, 2017 @ 23:19:00

    “Silly’ is always a fun read Ritu….I thought it all very delightful.

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