Man Refuses To Return Ball Accidentally Kicked Into His Front Garden

Apparently happened sometime last week. Pathos and humour, a difficult combination.

Suddenly, and without warning, the other small boy rather abruptly asks, ‘Please can we have our ball back, Mr Thompson? We’ve only got another 15 minutes before we have to go and help our dad clean all the dirt off the cows.’
 
I actually really enjoyed that. Thanks for sharing. For some reason I could imagine Bob Mortimer reading that out.
 
No, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son take heed;
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd,
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear -
Remember Tam o' Shanter's dirty cows.
 
Massive interest in this story as you would probably expect when it concerns young children kicking a ball into the neighbour's garden. Anyway.
Morning update. Mr Thompson's daughter visited yesterday and she has arranged for the installation of a new cental heating boiler, and already had someone in to lay new carpets in the hall and lounge. The best thing is though, Mr Thompson has given the ball back along with a brand new one he bought from Sports Direct, and he's going to donate the other 500 balls to charity! What a happy ending.
(Anterimus. Thanks. Bob Mortimer. What a thought?)
 
I think I needed to claim the inspiration for this story as I posted just this scenario early this week.

Do I get a fee or something, maybe a lifetime subscription or some thing.
 
Devastating late afternoon update. The 2 absolute idiot boys have just gone and accidentally kicked their new Sports Direct ball, which cost a tenner by the way, into Mr. Thompson's garden again. Apparently, he's not very happy with his daughter's choice of carpets and he's in one of his moods again, and won't give the ball back. The other ball's got a puncture.

Anyway, it looks like we're back to square one.
 
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