Idlebones

Harry Potter an Tha’

The other night I was sittling down to watch a football match on telly, when something hit the front window. I looked over and saw nothing initially, but then, a second later, a small thin arm lept up from behind the flower box and bashed a crumpled bit of green card against the window. Before it fell again, almost taking the window box with it, I just glimpsed the raggy red headed little girl it was attached to. “OI, Mistor, sign me sponsar, wouldje!?”. The arm lept up again, this time bringing the wide eyed face behind behind it straight into the dead flowers on the window, bringing the whole lot crashing down on top of her. I jumped up and opened the door quickly to see was she alright, only to be blocked by her brother, a full inch higher, and with a tight crew cut of red hair, and more freckles then skin, who was causualy leaning against the door frame. “Sign me sponsar, wouldje mistor?” Feckin’ conned by a 10 year old.
After his sister had extricated herself from my flowerbox (”It-jus’-fell-mistor!”) and dusted her self off with the crumpled green card, I found that they had come to collect sponsorship for a read-athon their school was running. What was left of green card showed that hey had probably left a trail of window boxes all over town, as neither was tall enough to reach the bell. I gave them my signature, and they stopped swinging on the garden fence and ran off to bash the neighbours window.
Tonight, they came back for the dosh. She was examining the window box, while he banged on the door. Classic protection racket manouevre, the little devils.
So, what did yez have to read?
-Harry Potter an tha’
Never heard of it
-Yeah ye did. We’ve come fer our Euros.
What’s it about?
-Wha?
Whats Harry Potter an Tha’ about? Don’t think I’ve read that one.
-I dunno. S’all witchs an’ stuff, and some speckly eejit wirra wand. Bleedin’ crap
Yeah, he’s read it. I gave him his Money.