Sentence The Threehundredandsecond
And oddly enough, at just about the same moment, although some seven hundred and thirty years later, give or take, and reckoning in a quantum way, which sees all time existing simultaneously, although in different, but parallel universes, and just as The Eildons had acquired the alpenglow of the setting sun, the friends and relatives of Bernie Westwater and her best friend and lover Tammy Shanter, and not to mention Tammy's father, Tavish (although that fact is not kicked about much outside of their own immediate circle, which naturally includes many of those present) were gathered
in a back room of The Ship Inn, in which they were kept supplied by the barman*, their old friend, Rusty Irons, who, everyone knew, was secretly in love with Aunty Crist and that Aunty Crist secretly loved her in return, and that occasional secret trysts were known to have taken place, because in such a secretive town as Melrose, every wall had ears and every window eyes, and no 'secret' was ever truly secret, with the food and drink naturally required by such a gathering, and this particular group all the more so; and after Aunty Crist, in the chair, had called the rabble to order, Tabby Shanter, wife of Tavish and mother of Tammy, and herself a officer of MI5, concisely recounted the saga which had nominally begun with the attempted murder of Bernie Westwater at Waverley Station and included the mysterious disappearances of Bernie herself, Tammy, Tavish – after he had been shot on a bus outside the BGH – of Duncan Doubleday Assistant Chief Constable (Edinburgh and Lothians) in Police Scotland, and at around the same time, and perhaps connected, of Councillor George Gill, Convenor of COSLA – the Convention of Scottish Local Authorities; “now we don't,” said Aunty Crist, “have time for any of the twee reminiscences that we, as a family, are so fond of, so I must ask all of us, to stick to what is strictly relevant,” which was just when Justice of the Supreme Court, Lord George Linkumdoddie and his close friend known to all as The Major popped their heads round the door and as with one voice said, “hello, darlings, are we in time?”
(Editor's note: *no-one in their right mind would ever refer to Rusty as a 'barmaid' unless they wanted to risk a punch up the bracket, or their lights punched oot!)
And oddly enough, at just about the same moment, although some seven hundred and thirty years later, give or take, and reckoning in a quantum way, which sees all time existing simultaneously, although in different, but parallel universes, and just as The Eildons had acquired the alpenglow of the setting sun, the friends and relatives of Bernie Westwater and her best friend and lover Tammy Shanter, and not to mention Tammy's father, Tavish (although that fact is not kicked about much outside of their own immediate circle, which naturally includes many of those present) were gathered
in a back room of The Ship Inn, in which they were kept supplied by the barman*, their old friend, Rusty Irons, who, everyone knew, was secretly in love with Aunty Crist and that Aunty Crist secretly loved her in return, and that occasional secret trysts were known to have taken place, because in such a secretive town as Melrose, every wall had ears and every window eyes, and no 'secret' was ever truly secret, with the food and drink naturally required by such a gathering, and this particular group all the more so; and after Aunty Crist, in the chair, had called the rabble to order, Tabby Shanter, wife of Tavish and mother of Tammy, and herself a officer of MI5, concisely recounted the saga which had nominally begun with the attempted murder of Bernie Westwater at Waverley Station and included the mysterious disappearances of Bernie herself, Tammy, Tavish – after he had been shot on a bus outside the BGH – of Duncan Doubleday Assistant Chief Constable (Edinburgh and Lothians) in Police Scotland, and at around the same time, and perhaps connected, of Councillor George Gill, Convenor of COSLA – the Convention of Scottish Local Authorities; “now we don't,” said Aunty Crist, “have time for any of the twee reminiscences that we, as a family, are so fond of, so I must ask all of us, to stick to what is strictly relevant,” which was just when Justice of the Supreme Court, Lord George Linkumdoddie and his close friend known to all as The Major popped their heads round the door and as with one voice said, “hello, darlings, are we in time?”
(Editor's note: *no-one in their right mind would ever refer to Rusty as a 'barmaid' unless they wanted to risk a punch up the bracket, or their lights punched oot!)
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