A Christmas Barbecue...
Winter had settled in and a cold blast ran through the house every time the front door opened and another family member arrived. It was the day before Christmas eve.
Upstairs the children supposedly long asleep, whispered excitedly about the presents under the tree and the many more that were sure to arrive with their relatives.
The stairs of the old Manor creaked as adults and children up long past their bedtimes crept to their rooms. Finally the house fell silent apart from the odd creak and groan.
In the morning the day was bright and a clear winter sun shone through the huge windows of the Manor. The excited noises of cousins greeting one another, ramping up their Christmas excitement, filled the old corridors.
Suddenly their was a huge bang that shook the entire structure of the Manor, filled by a eerie silence, then shouts of confusion and concern.
'The boiler's gone!' A voice shouted.
'Anyone hurt?' Another voice called.
'No, thankfully, but we won't be able to cook the Christmas Dinner, gas has been cut!'
'No!' the children cried as one.
'Nonsense!' came the familiar voice of the major. 'We shall have a Christmas barbecue!'
'Yay!' The children shouted as one.
'But we need gas for the patio heaters and barbecue.'
'Wait, I'll Google it.' said May, the oldest of the children. 'Here! B Ernest, the UK'S fastest gas bottle delivery service.'
'Call them.' The Major said calmly.
Christmas was saved.
