Little Eddie'��s Diary

Eddie was four feet eleven in his highest heels. That did not
mean that he was not a big man. No, nothing about him was
small, a character and larger than life was our "��Little Eddie."��
"��The caretaker,"�� of the Literary & Philosophical Society, after
all.
The Soc. was founded in 1793 by influential men of the City
as a discussion chamber, which ran smoothly with not too
many disagreements or fights. Not that Eddie would have
allowed any of that, "�� in his Lit & Phil."��
Later the library came into being, which made it the perfect
haven to have a quiet chat, a read; escape cares and woes,
or just to get away from the wife.
Eddie was truly at home in the Lit & Phil., 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 quality, and attention to detail of
his work, and perhaps his strict-ish demeanour.
He had a big heart, and a big diary, in which he recorded the
days events religiously.
Talking of religion. Twice a week, without fail, Eddie would
go for lunch 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 the Lit & Phil'��s; "��Hoi Polloi,"�� and
of course "��Senatorial class."�� All came under Eddie"��s scrutiny;
with not much escaping him, and his meticulously kept diary.
The eccentrics and their foibles seemed to fascinate him.
Like the elderly lady he called, "��Little Miss Field Mouse."
Ever watchful, "��little Miss,"�� darted about, seemingly fearfully,
flitting from bookcase to bookcase, peeking into various books;
specs miraculously perched on the tip of her nose.
Kenneth Graham eat your heart out.
"��Ah,"�� the tales of the Riverbank that diary could tell.
The characters that would be revealed. But all kept secret;
except in colourful, amusing anecdotes, told by Eddie'��s great
friend and confident, our lovely gregarious tea lady, Pauline.
Who Eddie incidentally, tongue in cheek, often called, "��Little un."��
Then there'��s me of course, all six foot one of me, who apart
from wolfing down the exquisite ginger snaps, remains the;
unashamed, villainous, "��full member,"�� who stole the diary after
little Eddies death!

Riley

Eddie was four feet eleven in his highest heels. That did not mean that he was not a big man. No, nothing about him was small...

...then there'��s me of course, all six foot one of me, who apart
from wolfing down the exquisite ginger snaps, remains the;
unashamed, villainous, "��full member,"�� who stole the diary after little Eddies death!

Great story!

Thank you Mo and Taz. I've tinkered with it again but not by
much. By the way I'm not 6'1".

My latest is a compilation of the pearls of wisdom written by
a man I greatly admire: L L'Amour, who strangely did not think
of doing so himself. They easily join together, which is great.
His Biography ;Education of a wandering man, is a constant companion.

Riley

Thanks for sharing