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Allan's wife thumped him

'Who's this Sandra?' she shouted.

'Harry, Harry, Harry refuse to have anything to do with him' was the best that Allan could blurt out.

He was beginning to get fed up acting as a double decker bus for all his multiple personalities. AND they never paid any fares.

Blakey would have had something to say about that.

Out of the train, along the platform and into the street, and indeed a bus passed by.

Not a red one, but a green one.

Aha, thought Allan a rural route...…………..but where?

Over the hills and far away, Teletubbies come to play.

Now that was a bizarre thought, even by Allan's standards. He decided to give up drinking the liquid metal polish even though it did give him a bit of sparkle.

So they stepped on the bus and Allan cried, 'Take us to the Fare'

As most of these ramblings have no hold on reality......as they boarded the bus night fell. They heard the clank.

Allan and OH stared around the inside of the double decker. There were sparrows flying, insect buzzing, a large monkey swigging from a bottle of beer. Various animals were scurrying about. A trembling came from the upper deck of the bus.

Allan and OH looked at each other. There was no elephant in the room, but it sure sounded like one walking about up the stairs.

A tuneless song came from a little old man sitting on the back seat.

I went to the Animal Fayre
The birds and beasts were there...……………..

Allan then realised that the double-decker was in fact of the 'toast-rack' style with an open deck and no roof. Even more animals and birds were hitching a lift.

Oh what memories the seaside bus conjured up.

Of the Day We Went to Bangor

Even Fidler's Dram got in on the act.

It’s taken Allan a couple of days to get over sharing that Fiddlers dram and now feels ready to get on with trying to get home.
So now..............

Rather than being on a road to nowhere albeit it an apt song for Allan, he decided the only talking heads he was interested in belonged to OH and anyone that could point him ion the right direction for more fun and adventures.....who needs a comfy chair and sleepers.....

More like a reclining seat and lots of champers in Business Class, but that is not to be.

The bus rattled on, along with the little old man, the animals and a band of singers.

Over the hill, and a long way off, the wind will blow my top-knot off!

Soon they entered the nearest village.....

Unfortunately, that village was Brigadoon :-D

Allan didn't find a lovely young lady with a lovely bunch of coconuts here so had to settle for a flirtatious dairymaid....what could go wrong.....

What luck that Allan and his OH should arrive on the one day of the year that Brigadoon appears.

But did they manage to leave before the village disappeared back into the mists or are they stuck there for a whole year...….

Well I think that's up to the greater powers eg us :-D

So..........

Allan's OH didn't notice that Allan couldn't help dancing down the street as though he was Gene Kelly, because she was busy looking out for Jamie Fraser.

Hope someone points out to her that this is Bridgadoon not Outlander and the day is almost over...…...

His wife finally caught up with Jamie Fraser, who was wearing full Scottish regalia.

Blushingly, she asked what was worn under a Scots man's kilt, to which he replied that under his kilt nothing was worn, it was all in perfect working order.

Allan's OH swooned.

“Outlandish” cried Allan as he swooped to stop his OH finding out if Jamie’s spoke the truth.
“Outlandish” thought his OH “Allan has been having all the fun on this trip”

It wasn,t only her mood darkening, but also the light.......

Fear not it wasn't the day ending...that would be too obvious and simple for this extended story....but the skies were darkening due to a swarm of birds blocking out the sun....what could be making so many birds fly away at once....were the Haggis swarming across the Heather covered hills?

No, it was a herd of Black Puddings, the descendants of the escaped Black Pudding associated with the martial art of 'Ecky Thump', as chronicled in the opening pages of this saga.

Allan and OH had been in Brigadoon for a week, which was a week too long.

Feeling that it was time to move on, they gathered up some black puddings, strapped them to a caber, and launched themselves from the highest hill.

Up into the sky they went, floating on a thermal, they began to descend.

Down, down to..................

Downtown, whether the Abbey or Petula Clark, Allan and his wife were undecided, although if the latter they couldn't hope to hang onto her coat tails for her tour of Australia as, alas, the tour was over.

Allan and OH ventured out of the cupboard with tummies rumbling.

Carson the butler walked up to them both. 'Ah Lord and Lady Dunabunk, how lovely to see you, perhaps you would like to come to the morning room and partake of tea'

Allan and OH looked at each other, as if by magic, what else, they had been transformed into the nobility. Even Mr Ben could not have done better.

They followed the butler into the morning room, and saw...……………...