My dear fellows, I hope this rather short story will make you laugh heartily. I wrote it in the early morning so please don't be grumpy if it is not what you wanted to read.
Anyway, have a good reading.
Your reviews are welcomed and appreciated.
PS. There is going to be the second chapter, in which everything will be explained. If you want me to continue this story, say so.
'Good Afternon! I am Thomas Barrow, the family's under buttler. How may I help you, madame?'
Thomas was stunned as ever, but his unique ability - to always stay calm - has helped him to get through many hard situations that the impossible Alfred Nugent has so succesfully put him in .
This time, it was so unexpectedly of the later to present something rather ridiculously clever, though…
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It was a very pleasant and dry Friday morning, and nothing could stopped the infamous Thomas Barrow from being absolutely cheeky.
The said awoke, approximately at half past five and was ready to embrace the new day at quarter past six. He was prepared for a nice cup of tea and a fresh newspaper, - he adored the smell of a fresh parchment. Everything was going according strictly to his plans, and therefore his jolly mood was spreading; even Mrs. Patmore gladly received a bunch of flowers from the thought-to-be-a-cold-sophisticated-snobbishly-attractive-but-sometimes-having-a-tendency-to-open-up- an Earl Barrow.
'Thomas, I… have…words…what happened to you? Are you certain that this…Oh my dear…' Her cheeks reddened and she turned away to wipe away a tear.
'May you have a wonderful day, Mrs. Patmore.' With one last glance at her, he spun around and glided, yes glided towards the staircase upstairs.
He also declared later that day that Daisy's new apron 'was beautiful beyond imagination' and few moments later he was nearly being the cause of her faintness. But after she gathered her breath, she asked very lightly, though with an evident concern 'Thomas, are you well today?'
He assured her that he was merely trying to be polite and also wanted to support their small talk. On this statement she replied nothing, and smiling weakly returned to her duties.
But then, as the time for lunch was coming closer, he spotted someone while approaching the entrance door. Someone very ….
Familiar?
He could have been fooled to think that he saw a man in woman's dress, for a split of a second he perceived with his srcutinising eyes, well-polished shoes that could only belong to a ceratin type of man?! She was wearing very nice sewed silky dress, with an absolutely big ludicrous hat, though.
But not today.
In an instant he politely approached the young 'lady'. She was surprised and confused, not wanting to give away any details of her visit. Moreover she was keeping her head down and speaking in a very pinched voice,
occasionally touching her curly ginger hair. Which was rather suspicious.
Ginger? What a coincidence. Indeed, the hair is luxurious. If I had such hair, I wouldn't need to use lots of pomade…what am I thinking?!
Concentration.
'Oh excuse my clumsiness…. but do you happen to know, if um.. if there are any threads in this,' she looked over his shoulder. ' this house?' the lady has spoken at once, looking somewhat shyly and secretive at Thomas.
Umm..threads?
'I beg your pardon? This house, young lady, has all kinds of silver needles as well as threads in every possible and not possible colour!' He uttered, and in that moment he almost regretted his harshness, but it was seemed that the 'lady' had nerves.
Her stoic composture and low voice nearly revealed her true identity.
She was appealing to him, yet he wasn't completely sure why?!
'You see, I have few holes on my beautiful and expensive dress, and I cannot let myself attend a very special dinner with my dear fiance and our dear guests, so if you could help me, I would be very grateful.'
And she was remarkably tall…
'Alfred!'