No way would I give this show an “A” for entertaining, but if you want to see behind-the-scenes (in a very amusing and quirky way) the life of magistrates in the court system of Wales… it’s worth a watch.
Legal drama based in a magistrates’ court in Wales.
Each episode deals with a different courtroom drama: car accidents, malicious wounding, manslaughter, abuse of animals …
“Samuel, you are scurrying around like cat with a rocket is lit on its tail. What’s wrong?” Samael had just entered the kitchen door with our five-year-old son Andrew on his hip. They were both soaking wet.
“It’s the gosh darn weather. Go open every window in the house. Be careful not to fall off the chair as you reach the locks.” Samuel said as he placed Andrew firmly on the floor and gave him an encouraging pat on his backsides.
“It’s a beautiful day. It calls for great weather this entire weekend.”
Now at the hall closet, Samuel was removing the picnic basket and headed toward the kitchen. “I know. That’s the problem,” he said.
“What are you doing with the picnic basket?” I was now totally puzzled.
“I’m packing for an afternoon down by the river. Promised the kids after the washed the car and the tractor we’d have us a great meal and a swim. I hope you’re still planning of doing laundry this morning and hanging it out to dry.”
“What has gotten into to you, Samuel Bilford? What is all this fuss for today?” I had just peeked out and Natty, Angus and Daphne were heads-to-toes in suds washing the station wagon and Danny was pulling up the old Ford nearby.
“We need the rain. If eleven open windows, your weekend laundry line filled, two freshly washed cars and a planned family picnic don’t make it want to rain, I think our garden is in real trouble.”
Written for Writer’s Digest Flash Fiction February Challenges: Challenge #13 Today’s prompt is to write about the weather.
“Honey, do you really think it’s the right idea to withhold Popeye from Arnold?”
“I think it sends the appropriate message.”
My wife was always into sending messages. Especially subliminal messages. She could never just come out and say what was on her mind. If you wanted answers from her, you had to be a master at reading-between-the-lines.
“Don’t you think that we should talk to him about why Popeye is suddenly not allowed on the television.”
“I think serving spinach every meal for the next week for supper, and you and I enjoying its pleasures, will send Arnold the message.”
“It would be so much easier to just talk to him.”
“He has to learn.”
“So you think that emulating Popeye is what we want our son to do?”
“Sweetems’… You do know that Popeye smokes a pipe and often gets into fights.”
“Arnold would never so that. You’ve already spoken to him about those evils.”
“I certainly can’t argue with that logic.”
Written for Writer’s Digest Flash Fiction February Challenges: Challenge #12 Today’s prompt is to write about a food you (or your character) hate.
“Why are you shouting?” I asked. We briefly paused our afternoon hike.
“I’m not shouting, I’m singing.” Cassandra, my five-year-old, closed her arms across one another and firmly drew them together mimicking her mother perfectly.
“OK, why are you singing… and so loudly?”
“So they can hear me.”
“So who can hear you?”
“Leprechauns. Why are you singing for the leprechauns?”
“There’s the rainbow and everyone knows that leprechauns live at the end of the rainbow.”
“So… You’re singing because…”
“I don’t have their phone number to call them, and they’re probably a lot like Momma and don’t want unexpected guests. I thought it was only polite to announce our arrival ahead of time.”
And with that, my darling daughter once again took off skipping and singing, “Somewhere over the rainbow… Way up high.”
FYI: Yes, I now that the song “Somewhere over the Rainbow” is from TheWizard of Oz and that there are no leprechauns in The Wizard of Oz. But my five-year-old called the Munchkins leprechauns, and if you have ever had a five-year-old, they are always right.
Written for Writer’s Digest Flash Fiction February Challenges: Challenge #11 Today’s prompt is to write about a holiday.