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The Frozen Shed.
Granny shouted at me for the clothes to be carried from the stairs then placed and put away in their proper places, correctly! as I was upstairs doing what I was strictly instructed to do. I could hear Jim (grandad) come in from the back door. Granny opens the door at the bottom of the stairs, and she shouts up loudly. Keenan come down now Jim needs help in the shed!! Jim says immediately after no forget about it, I heard him talk quietly, like a television on volume 4.
So, I continue putting the clothes in the drawers and the wardrobe. I open the bedroom door and start walking down the stairs. The stairs squeak like am walking down an old Viking ship going to see the prisoners. I go down the stairs and walk through the front living room and into the kitchen where my granny is in the kitchen, making dinner. I open the back door and walk in the frosty evening. I was still curious to see what Jim would like for me to help him with in the shed. As I approached the back garden shed, I noticed the light was flashing through the front glass, so I walked through the back gate. I arrived at the shed, and I noticed the shed was slightly open, but it had a metal rusty chain on from the inside. I have never seen this chain before. I poked my head in the door, noticed Jim sitting on his motorbike, facing the far wooden wall. The rusty old chain comes off from the left side. Hey, Jim, would you like a hand with anything. I said calmly.
Jim replies in a low growly voice. no, I don’t need you, anymore.
Alright mate, I replied quickly. excited to get back in the warmth of the welcoming house. I attempted to put the chain back on the shed side, but I could not find the groove Jim had had the chain in. I attempted for a slow couple of minutes, finally concluding It will not go back on, so I just shut the door too, so it didn’t move. I started to walk back towards the house. As I was walking back, I looked back as I heard the shed door squeaked open, for the whistling winters wind crept the door back open and was going towards granny's car. I quickly grabbed hold of the door and just decided to slide the old looking lock on the door. Then walked towards the back garden as the cold was freezing the tips of my ears. I walk in the back door to be ordered by Granny to take the hoover and clean the stairs, properly and perfectly, no half jobs! she went into straight orders how to use it, she made the hoover in a smaller hoover by taken parts from it to make it like a Hover handgun. I put on my headphones and put on an Audio book so increased my enjoyment for the task ahead.
At first, I had to get used to using the hoover at such a strange high angle, but quickly enough I got the hang of it and started to clean each step, cleanly and correctly. I took my time on each step for I didn’t want Granny to open the staircase door and notice one little bit of dust or some type of untidiness. She would gladly let me know about it, with loud love what sometimes would be so loud it cracks my heart. Once I arrived at the top of the stairs, I would be in the flow of hoovering with the handgun hoover so I carried on from the top stair and into my bedroom. I kept on my hands and knees with ease and made the bedroom floor clean and hoovered. Maybe just for brownie points. I concluded that there was much more carpet on the bedroom floor, so I changed the speed of the hoover, now it was on power mode which made it faster, louder and easier to collect the particles from the floor. I started in the room and went around the bed, got to the bottom of the bed and then around the right of the bed then hoovered up to the bedroom bathroom door. The bedroom was done. I turned off the handgun hoover and blew it and tucked it in my belt. As it done a beautifully good job. I turned around with my head down and started to walk slowly back through the bedroom, I done the same as I was walking down the squeaky stairs. looked pretty good.
As I got downstairs, I was still in the flow and was in the hoovering mood, so I noticed the living room rug needed a good hoover so I went back on my hands and knees and I turned on the hoover, I kept it on the high speed. I started by lifting the left side of the rug up, and noticed an accumulation of dust, bits and food crumbs, so I happily hoovered straight to the top of the rug. Then I moved on to the rug in small up and down motions to make sure it cleaned thoroughly. As I just got started the hoover stopped on me, like it pulled up to a red light. It was dead! No more hoovering for me. I got up and put the hoover charger cable and connected it to the hoover. As I waited for the hoover to charge, I knew granny was still busy in the kitchen,
So I carried on cleaning, so I chucked the cushions from the sofa on the floor. (they fell on to the clean rug) I pulled out the midnight green leather cushions from the sofa to check for dirtiness and coins. I was hoping for coins. No coins unfortunately, no dust luckily. I started to correctly wrap the midnight leather green cushions in a cream blanket, so it was made with an army professional standard. Once I got it perfectly correct. I stopped and walked into granny and asked if she needed any help finalizing the dinner.
No! you can clean the bathroom, she says loudly, while sweat is sticking to her forehead like flies on a 75mph truck going through Australia’s outback.
I replied, “No Am doing the living room and am just waiting for the hoover to finish charging to start hoovering again.
She replied with a louder tone of voice. IT WON'T BE DONE FOR THE NEXT TWO HOURS!
I replied in confusion. I thought it was only going to take 20 minutes max.
20 minutes you're having a laugh. Dinner is going to be out soon, she replied sweatingly. I took a seat and went on the phone to play some 8ball pool. I played two games, lost both!
Granny shouts DINNERS READY! I walk into the kitchen and the three plates are on the dinner table, you can see the hot steam coming from each plate. Keenan go get Jim and tell him his dinner is ready.
I open the back door and start to walk once again in the freezing cold winter to collect Jim, as I walk through the back gate and towards the back shed. I slide the lock off and open the door. Jim is standing at the other side of the door looking at me. I say dinners ready. He looked at me with such a look only the crows could see the frustration.
You know what you have done? He says in a louder growly tone, with a hint of bluntness in his words. I poked my head in the shed, looked down at the old rusty metal chain seeing that it was still off and looked around the shed still in confusion. I looked back at him, and he was still looking at me with the same expression through his fiery eyes.
No, I replied. You've kept me BLOODY BLOCKED IN!! O MY GOD. I thought as it came to my senses that I had put the sliding lock what was on the outside of the door. locking both doors shut. You can imagine the fear what was flooding through my blood.
Once we all sat down and started eating, I told the story to Granny, she could not contain her laughter, her face filled with bushings of redness through nervousness, Jim was sitting at the dinner time and his face remanded strictly straight, like a queen’s guard while he has silly kids pulling silly faces to distract him from his duty. The End
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