The long journey home

"Do you think you could do me a

favour," the boss had asked.

"Depends," I had replied. "Old Alfs

had an accident and smashed his

bike, could you run him home?"
  "Yes ok," I replied. "No problem,

tell him to wait by the car."
  Now Alf was a nice enough bloke

given to be a bit grouchy at times

but when you got to know him he

wasn't such a bad old stick. There

was only one problem tho' he did

pen and ink  at times. It wasn't that

he was dirty but he lived in a damp

caravan and it was a mixture of

smells on his clothes.
  As it was we were in the middle of

summer and it was a boiling hot.The

car had been shut all day and the

heat almost exploded in my face as I

opened the door.
  Once I'd seated Alf I  wound all

windows down, not only to let the

air in, but the car by now was

absolutely reeking.
  It was one of those evenings when

every traffic light was against me

and long queues were forming on

every  congested round about. How

I made that journey without

throwing up I still don't know. After

what seemed like hours  I eventualy

arrived at his caravan site. I said

goodnight to him and was thankful

when he had at last got out.
I grabbed the aerosol can and

sprayed it with force, but it made it

smell even worse as it often does.
I couldn't get home quick enough.

Once home I flung the doors wide,

opened the hatch back right up and

was about to go in doors when I

remembered I'd needed something

from the boot
 As I was  rummaging for what ever

it was (I cant remember now) my

hand came to rest on a small plastic

bag that had something very warm

and squidgy inside. Opening the bag

I was aghast! It was a bit of smoked

haddock that I'd bought the week

before. It must have fallen from my

shopping bag I'd completely

forgotten about. No wonder there

was a stink it had been cooking in

the car all day. I felt so guilty at

blaming poor old Alf. But if I

thought it was him, he must have

thought it was me! He didn't say

anything and me I kept quiet too.