Little Eddie'��s Diary

Eddie was four feet eleven in his biggest heels. That did not
mean that Eddie was not a big man. No, nothing about Eddie
was small.
Eddie was the caretaker of the Literary & Philosophical Society
and he really loved the place, which was just as well because
it was a big job.
Brasses shone like mirrors, woodwork polished to perfection.
Yes, Eddie could have been a Regimental Sergeant Major, if
he were to be judged by the perfection, and attention to detail
of his work.
He had a big heart, and a big diary, which he filled in religiously
every day of his life.
And talking of religion, Eddie did love to go for his lunch twice
a week, without fail, with the Nuns who doted on him, and he
them. Birthday, Xmas pressies were exchanged till his death;
"��but that'��s another story."��
The comings and goings of, "��Hoi Polloi,"�� and of course the top
men. All came under Eddie'��s scrutiny, with not much escaping
him, and even less his diary.
The eccentrics and their foibles were of special interest. Like
"��Little Miss Field Mouse,"�� he called her; who darted fearfully,
or it would seem, from bookcase to bookcase, peeking into
various books, with specs miraculously perched on the tip of
her nose.
"��Ah,"�� the tales that diary could tell. The characters that could
have been revealed. But, all kept secret accept in amusing
colourful anecdotes, told by the, "��Little un,"�� and me of course,
the still unknown member, who stole the diary after his death!

R

Thanks for sharing. "��Ah,"�� the tales that diary could tell. What a shame the diary was stolen!

Hi Mo, I meant I stole the diary (in the story which I did not.)
And another slight ambiguity is the "little Un," who
is in fact is our lovely tea lady. She is a fountain of past
information, who told me about Eddie and other characters,
hence the story.

R
P.S I wonder too where his Diary ended up

Now the truth be known, so you were the one who stole Eddie's diary. Henceforth, you must tell us more.