Upon entering the house with her own key, the little old landlady by the name of Mrs Redberry took a look around the cottage and made sure everything was in order. She sniffed towels to make sure they were clean and ran her finger along the fireplace. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the dirt that blackened her fingers. While she was looking around her stomach began to grumble and so she went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She found three Tupperware boxes inside, one labelled Paul, one labelled Mandy and one labelled Babs. She opened the first one to sniff the contents.
‘Yuk, curry!’ she exclaimed and promptly threw the container onto the counter spattering curry on the tiles. She then opened the second box and stuck her nose in.
‘Oh good heavens, salad!’ she exhaled loudly and threw the container next to the first on the counter. Then with some hesitation she opened the third container and peered inside.
‘Ooh, meatloaf!’ She smiled broadly and trotted over to the microwave to heat up the food before grabbing a fork from the draining board and eating the meatloaf until it was all gone leaving a trail of gravy from the kitchen to the dining room.
Now Mrs Redberry’s tummy was full. So after dropping the empty container in the sink she waddled into the living room, she needed somewhere to sit down. First she sat in the large armchair in front of the TV, but after wriggling around a bit she could not get comfortable and grumbled as she moved to the sofa. This was better but so soft she felt like she was sinking into the cushions and had to grab onto the arm to pull herself back up. Feeling fed up she flopped onto the beanbag in the corner of the room, after a few seconds she relaxed and leaned back. She smiled feeling much better and began to thumb the pages of the magazines on the table next to her.
Pretty soon Mrs Redberry began to yawn and her eyes were so heavy she could hardly keep them open. So she got up and in her clumsiness dug her nails into the beanbag and burst the material spilling beans everywhere, she sighed, too tired to care and headed down the hall and up the stairs to the bedrooms.
Yawning again loudly she pushed open the first door she came to and looked inside. Sticking her head into the room she quickly began to cough and pulled her head out into the hallway.
‘What a disgusting man’ she exclaimed ‘how on earth can he live like that?’ Mrs Redberry slammed the door and proceeded to the next one. This one had a pretty flower on the front and Mrs Redberry smiled briefly before entering. She made her way to the bed and sat down but as she looked around she could feel a headache coming on. The room was bright pink and purple and was hurting her eyes. This was not doing her mood any good at all.
Heading for the last room at the end of the corridor she could feel her eyes getting very heavy. She went to push the last door open but found it locked. In a fit of frustration she stepped back and kicked the door hard. The knob dropped off and the door flung open to reveal a simple bedroom with a large bed covered in clean white sheets.
‘Finally’ Mrs Redberry sighed and sat on the bed, kicking off her muddy shoes and after taking the pins out of her greasy hair she lay back on the bed and soon nodded off.
Not long after this the occupants of the house came back in their car and pulled up in the driveway. At first they didn’t know anything was wrong. They opened the front door and took off their shoes and coats but upon entering the living room Mandy gasped ‘what on earth has happened here?’
Paul went into the kitchen and immediately spotted the dirty dishes on the counter and the trail of gravy leading to the dining room ‘Who has eaten my dinner?’ he roared and stomped into the living room where he found Mandy pointing at the beanbag in the corner ‘well someone has been sitting on my beanbag and broken it, it’s going to take me forever to clear this up’.
Both Paul and Mandy followed Babs upstairs to check out the rest of the house and soon found Mrs Redberry snoring on their friend’s bed. ‘Someone is asleep on my bed’ Babs cried ‘and it’s our landlady’
Paul pushed passed the two girls and shook Mrs Redberry by the shoulders until she woke up.
‘Good gracious, what’s happening?’ Mrs Redberry rubbed her eyes and tried to focus on the people standing by the bed. ‘Oh...Hello...I’
‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Mandy said
‘I told you I wouldn’t sell you this house if you didn’t look after it’ huffed Mrs Redberry ‘and I’ve come to find that the fireplace is filthy and there’s leftover food in the fridge. The bedrooms smell disgusting and there’s no alarm to stop intruders getting in, how can I trust you?’
‘Most intruders don’t have their own key’ Babs put in and nudged Paul on the arm. ‘Don’t worry we shall sort everything out, won’t we Paul’ She grinned and proceeded to help Mrs Redberry up from her bed.
After dinner, Paul, Mandy and Babs sat back in their dining room chairs and gave a satisfied sigh.
‘That was the best meal I’ve made in a while’ Babs smiled. ‘Much better than the last time I cooked’
‘I dunno, that meatloaf was pretty good too’ Paul said, rubbing his bloated tummy and taking a sip of the red liquid in his glass
‘What’s for dessert?’ asked Mandy getting up and clearing away the plates
‘I don’t think I have room for dessert’ said Babs ‘Put the rest in the fridge Mandy we’ll finish it tomorrow’
Paul yawned ‘Time for bed I think’ he rose from his seat and headed for the stairs. Half way up he turned back and called out to Babs ‘I hope the next intruder comes soon, I do so love to watch you cook up a storm.’
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