Wednesday 26 April 2017

Belle View


        The three weird sisters of Belle Vue B&B, godesses of creativity all, were consumate artists of breaking and entering, it was how they secured the profitable running of their business.
       Each morning they would rise early and visit the neighbouring hotel’s kitchens and guest house parlours  on Morecombe seafront, where the breakfast things were being prepared, and layed out and their they would ply their trade. The first sister, Bella, would dexterously cause a diversion while another, Sylvie, would stand in the doorway keeping watch, and the third, Ursula, would load their basket with fresh eggs, sliced bacon, boxed cereal and every breakfast pastry she could lay her hands on. 
        How they would run as they made their escape back along the front, scurrying like gleeful mice- for that is what the other hoteliers feared: they were convinced of a travelling infestation of mice, attacking each establishment systematically. Rentokil cleaned up, made a fortune! They frequently visited the premises along the front to reassure the confused owners that there was infact no evidence of vermin, no droppings, no nests. They were called to every establishment except Belle Vue which had a ‘squeeky’ clean reputation despite being the shabbiest looking B&B on the front.
          It was a rather drastic way of keeping the business afloat, but in truth it was the thrill of the breakfast run that made the tedium of the business tolerable to the sisters, addicted as they were to the adrenalin fuelled rush of it. It demanded a drastic devotion to daring. The sisters would be desolate if one of the three of them were caught but each sister trusted the other implicitly and would not leave another to dangle (for hanging was a real threat for villainy at the time). 

The sisters continued in this vein until they passed into local folklore as ‘the three wee timorous beasties’, criminals, vermin of the most cunning sort, Maintaining a reputation as soft as cotton candy they were three bad mice living in a sisterhood of solitude on the promenade.

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