The Last Furlong

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The finding and killing of the beast

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Yesterday the Furlongs killed the beast.

If you follow this blog, you will know that our new house flat is a place where, recently, we have been tormented by an alarm going off at exactly 3:30pm daily. We have been hunting the beast every day with no success.

The beast lived in our hall, somewhere under, in, near? a long hall table. Further down the hall we have a wicker picnic basket, not filled with caviar and champagne, but where the Furlong grandchildren’s toys and books are kept.

Yesterday, we had visitors. Some Furlong family came in for afternoon tea. At exactly 3:30pm the beast cried “beep, beep, beep”. We all leapt up in excitement with the realisation that there were four of us, now, who could discover the beast.

But the beast was NOT in the hall! It was somewhere amongst all the toys strewn around the lounge.

We listened. We hovered. And then we pounced as a group. We captured the beast!

The beast turned out to be an exceedingly ancient sight-impaired assist “talking” calculator that has been in the family since pa fell off the bus. The Furlong grandchildren love to make it “talk”. It’s kept in the toy basket.

It was beep-beeping away happily to itself .

The alarm on it was set to 3:30pm.

Our Furlong daughter turned the alarm off, and the beast was silenced.

Simple as that.

We celebrated.

And laughed.

We had found and killed the beast.

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Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

3 thoughts on “The finding and killing of the beast

  1. A similar ‘beast’ anecdote: A couple of years back we were visiting my German sister-in-law and my then 14 year old nephew, who is half German and half Moroccan -his Dad being a radical Moroccan muslim the marriage to a Christian didn’t last.

    Anyways over the course of the first few days an alarm would go off seemingly at random. We hunted high and low. Finally one evening I was watching TV and the alarm sounded and suddenly it ‘clicked’ as to what it was; Moroccan dad had given nephew an islamic wristwatch which beeped from inside the couch (where it had been shoved by nephew when he discovered you couldn’t turn off the alarm) at the 5 times of daily prayer!

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    • How dreadfully embarassing for the poor kid – no wonder he shoved it down the side of the couch!

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      • Indeed , although as he has spent his whole life so far stuck between a ‘rocket attack the infidels’ Islamist father and a Hard Core Christian whack job mother (don’t get me wrong, I love my sister-in-law dearly but….), it won’t have been the first time he’s been subjected to such moments from both parental sides. Infact he has grown up to be surprisingly well balanced and a bit ‘a plague on all your churches and mosques’, a young modern secular German. like so many ‘half and halfs’ in Germany today. I’m rather fond of him and like to shock him with far too much Birthday money and admonishments not to spend it all on beer and to always use a condom. He no doubt finds me embarrassing in a ‘Dad dancing’ kinda way 🙂

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