Friday morning, and
as usual, Doreen was running late for work, but before she could contemplate a
day mucking out for her three clients, she needed her tobacco fix. Racing out
of the front door, she noticed a balloon bobbing, on a ribbon,
tied to her neighbour's door handle. “Happy Birthday” the message read in
sparkling colours. Doreen chuckled. Her old neighbour was a birthday boy.
Pulling her jacket zip up, she hurried down the
corridor towards the staircase that would take her out of Wentworth House and to
Mr Greedy’s, the corner shop. Lengthening her stride, Doreen decided she would
get the old boy a card.
Rooting through the
poor selection in the shop, Doreen sighed, ‘Blimey there aint nothing suitable
for an old geezer.’ Excepting she was out of luck, she dropped the motley
collection back on to the box top she had lifted them from. Shrugging, she
gazed down on the floor and saw a card lying there. Picking it up, she giggled.
‘Perfect,’ she cried. The words could not have been more appropriate if she’d written
them herself. On a dull day, Doreen’s face lit up, maybe life wasn’t all that
bad, she thought and headed to the counter to add her purchase to her slate.
Upbeat with her find,
and standing at the counter, she let her guard down and before she realised her
error, Mr Greedy talked her into doing something she vowed she never would…
It would be a few
weeks before Doreen realised that buying a birthday card for her neighbour
would change her life.
The
Birthday Card
A feel good read,
filled with laughter.
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